The little things . . .

People always say that it's the little things in life that mean the most.   I agree but yet wonder are they really that little?

It's huge to me that Aidan says, "Mom, I love you and Daddy and baby Andrew and puppy dogs and kitty kats and Gree and Pa and Grammy and Pa and all that."

It's huge to me that I have a baby inside of me that is so close to full term that it kicks me and punches me and sits on my bladder 24/7.  

It's huge to me that I have the most adorable blue-eyed little boy that loves the good things in life so much.

It's huge to me that I have a husband who has stuck by me through some really crappy stuff but yet continues day in and day out to make me happy.

It's huge to me that I get to speak to my parents weekly and they are still such a huge part of my life.

It's huge to me that I am able to breathe and dress and bathe and care for myself as for most of my patients this is an insurmountable task.

It's huge to me that I got to take my nephew/godchild to the BASSMASTER CLASSIC and that he is almost finished 8th grade!  

It's huge to me to hear, "Hey Nanny, . . ."  from either of my nephews.  

And here's a pic of Aidan singing, "Chicken Fried" by the Zac Brown Band at the Bassmaster Classic.  This song kinda inspired this post- so if you haven't heard it (if you live under a rock or hate country music) you should google it and listen to the lyrics.  Love it!