It's 3 am

It's 3 am and all is quiet and good in the Reichard house. The kids are all sleeping, including the fur kids, except the cat, she is prowling. The drip, drip dripping has finally stopped. Thank goodness. My eye lids are getting heavy and sleep is calling me. I am just sitting here reflecting on the day. It was a good one. I spent time with my Mom, I got a great surprise from a good friend, I cried happy tears, the kids kept the fighting down to a minimum, I played a game with a great friend and had some good conversations and the roof lasted through yet another rain storm. I am glad for the roof, I have left, over my head and I am grateful for my family and friends. I am especially grateful because those of you who know anything about PTSD, feeling worthless and invisible is always a problem, but today I feel like I am wearing bright pink and I am being seen. What a great feeling! To be seen. To KNOW you are loved and wanted. To feel needed. Everyone needs that. I know I have said it before, but Thank You Melissa for helping me to be seen.