Counting Blessings (even big bad insurance)

I know I am blessed.

I am blessed for the roof over my head, the little feet running endlessly through the house and for the love of a good man who makes it all worthwhile.

But, while I count those blessing I forget about some until they are tested. Like having good sense and health insurance to make the “what if” just that, a “what if” and not a “should have done.”

This should be a right to all and not a privilege to some.