852 Tantrums…and an ounce of gratitude

852 Tantrums…and an ounce of gratitude

  There were 852 tantrums…or thereabouts.   There was me, floating on my stomach on the moonlit ocean, squealing through my snorkel as giant manta rays swam inches from my face. There was an allergy attack that had me anxiety-ridden for days, praying...