I am grateful

I feel like this is an obligatory post in November. But since i don't want to do a Thankful post... that means i really Need to do a Thankful post.
 I'm thankful *gulp* for trials. Wait. Am i? No. Wait, yes I am. I mean.. I'm thankful for trials, after they are complete in their coarse and I can step back and realize that it wasn't so bad and that it was meant to make me stronger. I hate trials in the midst of the trial of course. But when they are done? Sure. I'm thankful for them.
I'm thankful that I am a woman and that i could have a baby. I always in my head thought "My body isn't capable of having children" and when getting pregnant wasn't as easy or quick as i'd thought, I was so scared and upset. But boy do you forget the hard times when you get rewarded with such a beautiful wonderful perfect blessing. Which brings me to.. I am SO very thankful for my sweet Deacon. He is perfection and I would be so very lost without him. 'I love him' is an understatement. I'm obsessed. I'm grateful for my husband. My husband is tough. Not really physically tough, no. He endures, and endures, and endures some more. And even though the health trials are directly effecting him, I am the one whining and complaining and crying over them. Not him. He comforts ME. He puts up with my many moods and I love him for that. He works So hard. And just typing "he works so hard" brings a huge lump to my throat because... he does. He loves me and Deacon and we love him. Period.
I am so thankful for my house and for our vehicles. For the food in our fridge and pantry. For our family. I love them. Family is the best.