Sometimes I wonder why I live such an incredibly charmed life. There's no other way to describe it: I live an enchanted life. I'm not saying I've never had problems, but when I really examine things closely, it's almost embarrassing how blessed I am. I am ridiculously blessed. Besides having had a happy and productive upbringing, I also have an exceptional family, glorious friends, a job I love, outstanding co-workers, a beautiful place to live (Salt Lake), sufficient food to eat, good health, warm clothing and shelter, a great ward, a healthy testimony, a cute little kitty, and a whole kaleidoscope of other odds and ends that God threw in there for who-knows-what reason.
Honestly, why me? Why should I be so lucky?
I'm grateful for my life.