I am grateful for three Christmas tree ornaments made of felt and buttons and sparkly pipe cleaners, a necklace, and a handprint tree picture that arrived in the mail yesterday.
I am grateful for people who handwrite thank you cards and grateful for parents who teach their children the importance of writing a thank you note. It is becoming a lost art but makes such a hu-u-u-u-u-u-u-uge impression…
I am grateful for a good eye doctor who takes the time to explain.
Which makes me grateful that I can still see.
Which makes me grateful for my glasses.
Which makes me grateful that I don’t wear contacts because I could not bear to touch my eyeball with my finger.
I am grateful for a pair of gloves.
I am grateful for shiny gold dollar coins for Bingo tonight.
I am grateful for two little girl school pictures framed in handmade collage borders that also arrived in the mail yesterday.
I am grateful that I don’t say “whole ‘nother” or “boughten” or “I seen.”
I am grateful that I don’t have a problem missing the ball drop, don’t care if I ring in the new year, don’t care to toast to the new year…I love sleeping.
I am grateful for fingerprint animals, but not on car windows. I am not a fan of fingerprints on car windows.
Which makes me grateful for clean car windows and the great foamy spray that smelled so good that my Dad used to use when cleaning the inside of customer car windows. Mmmmmm.
I am grateful that OU lost last night. Petty and shallow I am.
I am grateful for beautiful sunsets on a buhlustery, b-b-b-b-bit-t-t-t-ter cold evening.
I am grateful for public figures (i.e. local weathercasters) who give me so much to laugh about. I’m laughing WITH them, uh huh.
I am grateful for little girls in frilly tutus and little boys who wear cowboy boots on the wrong feet.
And I am grateful for a Private Quarters pillow.