Sundays of grace

I hereby begin a weekly attempt to list a few of the things I am grateful for. It is easy while in the doldrums of infertility to lose perspective and forget that there are many things going just fine and even better than fine, if I could only lift my head up long enough to notice. So herewith, I will make a conscious and consistent effort to remember the multiple people, places, and aspects of life that I am grateful for (Concept adapted, er...ok, stolen, with thanks, from Sprogblogger and Sassymama).

1. My husband Will: He keeps me laughing with his silliness and good spirits, is always on my side (even when I'm not), and is a fantastic companion, best friend, lover, travel-mate, running partner, and chef, just to name a few of his strengths.

2. Living in NYC: About six months after I moved here, I was walking in Manhattan and looked UP and realized there is a whole other city up there in the sky, filled with beautiful architecture and endless possibilities. I love all that New York has to offer, I love the micro-neighborhoods each a few blocks long, I especially love the history and the sense of rootedness I feel here.

3. My work: I love my clinical work. Love getting to help make a difference in people's lives. Love having the privilege of hearing people's stories and assisting them to make sometimes dramatic, sometimes subtle, changes. It is humbling, on an almost-daily basis. And although I've been doing my clinical work for five years now, sometimes I still almost want to pinch myself because I can't believe that I am so lucky to get to do this. For a living.

Mo