Earlier this week, I wasn’t exactly in a happy place. A little freak accident left me with this bad boy:

I will admit I was pretty depressed for a while. Not only did it hurt like crazy but I was super bummed about the mark it would likely leave behind.

It wasn’t long before I snapped out of it though. After all, things could be so much worse. What’s a little scar on my forehead when I have an incredible husband, a loving family (immediate and extended) and supportive friends (near and far). And last but not least, I have these little guys who cheer me up every day. It wouldn’t be right to stay depressed when my glass is so completely full.