I started my day today with gratitude in my heart. It was a chilly 25 degrees when I took Sarah to school. I slipped out of my warm bed, pulled on a sweatshirt, and slipped on some shoes. I went from my warm house to the garage and turned on the heat in the car. As the garage door was closing, I was feeling grateful that I could park in a garage and not have to scrape windows or clean snow off of a car that was parked outdoors. I felt grateful that my children could go to school, they were healthy and not in quarantine. Emma sent me a text shortly after I returned home from dropping of Sarah and asked if I could bring her yoga pants to her at 8:55. On the way to the school, I was grateful that I was available to take them to her. That is a luxury that not all moms have. I'm grateful that I can teach her accountability and responsibility--lessons that she has learned well. I'm more grateful that I can teach her love, compassion, forgiveness, and that when you make a mistake yo