I have a dear friend who I love to spend time with. She is a single mom and I am blessed enough to be able to spend time together with her and often times her little guy who has just turned 6 years old. (she also has a 14 year old daughter who I like, but does not thrill me as much since I have one of those myself.) Tonight, I had the pleasure of sharing a meal with my friend and her son. Through out the meal he said, "We need to count our blessings." If he said it once, he said it a hundred times (not really, but a lot) and finally, in frustration, he said, "WE NEED TO COUNT OUR BLESSINGS!" So, I went for it. I began listing off the many blessings in my life....my husband, children, family, job, house, health, you know ... all the "normal" blessings. He was not satisfied and I kept going. I listed off the more creative blessings, and he began to help me by adding things that he knew I was blessed by, and things that he was blessed by. What was real...