I’ve missed this blog so much and I apologize for not saying hi.  There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think to myself, “I have to write about that,” or “That would make a great blog post.”  However, the last few months really put me in a state of survival.  When life is like that, for me, the things that bring joy tend to get buried under an oppressive pile of things that need happen just to stay afloat. When life gets THAT crazy, I forget to be thankful and I instead start to feel really bitter.  I don’t sleep enough.  I snap at my poor husband.  I don’t free up any time for joy. Until something happens–or a series of things happen–that turns it all around and reminds me just how much I have to be thankful for. Like Anderson randomly blurting out the word “happy” for the first time really loudly at Thanksgiving dinner, nearly making me cry.  My husband reminding me that he gets frustrated, too, with various life …