Today I'm grateful for my body. It has more fluff than I would like, a couple of wrinkles, and angry red stretch marks. But I love it all. It's my body. It allows me to embrace my husband, cradle my children, and move myself around. It may look ridiculous when I'm 40 weeks pregnant (no help from the overalls), but that ridiculous body has been blessed enough to carry three children beneath all the folds and fluffiness.
Today it allowed me to walk four miles without giving out. I'm grateful for that, too.