My grandma used to always call me a “lucky duck” and maybe I never truly understood how lucky I am.
I am loved by a God who doesn’t see my flaws or even betters, sees them and calls them beautiful.
I never want for food, shelter or clothing. In fact my husband would argue I have too many clothes!
I have a family who loves me for me and accepts it all. I have a husband who loves me, honors me and is my best friend. I have a beautiful, funny, healthy daughter.
I know I don’t show others how grateful I am enough. I know I fail at this daily but I have recently been reminded that I am a very lucky duck.
Yep, Grandma, you were right all along. I am a lucky duck.