I am grateful for roasted pecans.
I am grateful for Natia paws.
I am grateful for tragic news stories that remind me how blessed I am that I was not the victim of a tragic news story.
I am grateful for cold and rainy days. I think I could live in Seattle…if I were independently wealthy and could stay in my luxurious home with a fireplace and read books all day long, just me, Natia, and a blanket.
I am also grateful for sunshine after a cold and rainy day, though.
I am grateful for the pleasant feelings when I see this:
I am grateful for a new bird sound this morning on our pre-sunrise walk.
I am grateful for colored pens.
I am grateful that God is patient with me.
I am grateful for a stack of cards sitting right here beside me to make me feel guilty until they are written on and mailed.
I am grateful for clean socks.
I am grateful for Christmas colored M&Ms that are still good in April.
I am grateful for two new friends. It doesn’t matter that they are under the age of 16. Sometimes those are the best friends.
I am grateful for a dandelion digger to use instead of the weed killer spray. But I’m also grateful for the immediate pleasure of blowing wishes.
I am grateful for animal crackers when desperate for sweetness.
I am grateful for John and his hard work in selling the house that now makes our life much easier.
I am grateful for the quiet prayers spoken by Sam.
I am grateful for a scrub brush to use while washing dishes.
I am grateful for a few tulips that survived the freeze.
I am grateful my brother is okay after a work accident.
I am grateful my Dad was able to see new places and have new experiences yesterday, thanks to my sister.
And I am grateful that my parents made sure I grew up knowing my grandparents on both sides, aunts and uncles and cousins. They provided that sense of family…and that pressure to not lose touch. Time to get busy. Three months and counting.