For me, my husband. I feel fortunate in many respects, but he's the best thing that ever happened to me.

The connection I have with my husband. The peace I have from not having to question our relationship (whether he loves me, whether I have to remember to wash my clothes, whether we will argue about something, whether he knows what I like). The knowledge that we've gotten to that point because we talk, make efforts, reach out to each other and above all are grateful for what we have (because we know how bad it could be otherwise).

My ingenuity and ability to cope, and the satisfaction I get when I can use that to make things better for someone.

My sobriety. Everything else I have - friends, home, job - flows from that.

My kids, without a doubt. It's terrifying how much I value them. There's a quote I've read along the lines of, "Deciding to have a child is like deciding to let your heart go walking around outside your body." True, true, and I feel like that every day.

A runner up is financial stability. While I'm far from wealthy, I don't have to worry about where my (or my kids') next meal is coming from and for that I am very grateful.

My resilience. Too many times I've been knocked down, but I always get back up and keep on. It's what I want my sons to see: no matter what, life will get better and keep going forward. I am very grateful for the strength given to me to carry me through.

My family- my blood family and my internet family. I am blessed with a wonderful group of people.

My independence.

Kidlet. That quote is the absolute truth, amro.

And my family. They're good and loving people.

Oh, that's a hard question.

Ordinarily I'd say my generally optimistic temperament, and that might still be true, but it's been a rough few months and to be honest I'm not really feeling it at the moment.

But like bluesapphire's, my (geographically dispersed, extended) family are "good and loving people", also smart and insightful and fun to talk to, so right now I guess I'd have to list them. (Among them I include my dog Crosbie, whom some of you have met.)

Hard question. I'm extremely grateful for my smart, loving, quirky and ever supportive family (and the upbringing they gave me, full of life and seat-of-the-pants adventure) and in that I include my SO I'm so lucky I found, Lipstick Thespian. I can't imagine my life being as rewarding, interesting or useful without this baseline.

My pets. That's why I hang around this life: to look after them. I'm rewarded with catlap and scritch-opportunities and purrs. Not too bad a trade. (Well, I also look after my Mom, but that's different.)

So many things-- my hubbie, my mom, my job (difficult as it is sometimes), my health (though it's a bit wonky lately-- there are things I can do, and it could be worse, far worse), getting to travel sometimes, our new apartment, doing some writing again (at long last), living in relative peace (compared to many in the world), and the Mets in the play-offs-- yay! : )