Happiness is…french fries in the tummy. Wish it was MY tummy.

I am grateful for a substitute heating pad provided by Sam last night in the form of a hot towel from the dryer.

I am grateful for automatic tithing.

I am grateful for a new restaurant visited and lunch with Joyce.

I am grateful for ibuprofen.

I am grateful for disappointment that teaches me to be satisfied.

I am grateful that I do not live in Boston.

I am grateful for wide parking spaces.

I am grateful for children’s books.

I am grateful for friendly when I am feeling less than.

I am grateful for the end of a long work day and grateful for the feeling of getting into bed at night.

I am grateful for a nice fire in the fireplace.

I am grateful for heat seaters, a furnace that works, a space heater at my feet, sweaters, a coat, a fluffy throw, an extra blanket on the bed, hot cocoa…anything that makes me warm.

And I am grateful for the smell of fresh French fries wafting down the street.

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