I have a confession to make… this morning did not go how I expected. There were wrenches thrown and I got flustered. Rather than rolling with the punches the way I know I should have, I decided to debate whether or not I have a full life. Nothing dramatic here.
So what makes a full life. Is it having something penciled in on every day of your calendar, having a full address book or having a full house at your funeral. I am honestly not sure, so I am going to be the bigger person (since you are all watching) and I will count my blessings rather than comparing the fullness of my life to the perceived image created by my friends facebook profiles.
So… maybe my life is full because I have a great family with two lovely girls that like nothing better than crawling into my lap and giving me hugs. What makes your life full?