Waking each morning to a happy, playful, beautiful baby is the greatest thing in the world, and right off the bat it is easy to be grateful. The problem is that it doesn't take long for me to start wishing. Wishing I had woken earlier, or slept in, wishing I was waking up to my husband, wishing we had bacon for breakfast, or wishing I had better clothes to wear. I am very good at wishing. I must remind myself to slow down and bask in the simple things that I am grateful for each morning. The cups of tea, my morning playtime with Hazel, and the daily peaceful walk to our car that will soon be no more as the snow is quickly melting. There is much to be grateful for.