Pull 'Em Up, Babe

I've come to the conclusion that life was never meant to be lived in massive chunks of time. The funny thing with starting to come to terms with having an autoimmune disease is, you can't plan too far ahead, you can't assume you'll be up to the task, and you can't live in the world of a "disease" and wallow there.

 So as my cowboy uncle would always tell, "pull 'em up, Babe" (insert whatever you wish, cause he meant it: bootstraps, big girl panties, etc).

I've been "pulling" them up quite frequently lately and noticing how much more I'm noticing the SMALL moments.

What do I mean?

Well, for example, yesterday my nine year old daughter curled up on the couch with me while I slept and stroked my legs while we watched Ghost Town Gold" (a Netflix Western version of American Pickers). It's not in my goal as a mom to spend hours on a couch vegging to the television with my kid. But now it's a small moment. She nurtured me. I nurtured her. And we nurtured our mutual love for history and artifacts together.

The other day, I came home to a homecooked meal. Hamburger, potatoes, in a modified sauce that was non-dairy and gluten free. It may not be high-cuisine, but it tasted like heaven (does heaven have a flavor?) and it was an act of love by Cap'n Hook who, goodness knows, I get tired of the same ol' food on this diet of mine!

My fellow cohort in crime at work had my favorite coffee flavor brewed and ready to go when I came in to work. She also is coming to clean my house tomorrow because she's cool like that.

Today I get to start a read-through of Michelle Greip's upcoming Regency novel which no one else gets to read for months yet. HELLO! Not having to wait? That's a major plus in my book.

So while this week starts off with the remnants of a migraine, blurred vision, and a deepening need for a big steak (protein is my numero uno for diet must-haves), I look at all the little things, the little moments, the pieces that make up "life", and there's not really much of a need to "pull 'em up, Babe". My spirits are already up and my body will follow as it can, and when it can't? Well, my spirits darn well won't be plummeting any time soon with this family I'm surrounded by. Family and friends that love me, care for me, and frankly, downright spoil me.

What are the small blessings in your life? People? Objects? Pets? (nothing's too insignificant!) Drop them in the comments! I'd love to hear!