I was recently reminded of being thankful for things. Okay, here it goes…
I am grateful for my home, which I have spent time changing to suit me. I enjoy the yard and the challenges it gives me. I am grateful for my ugly purple sofa which is the most comfortable thing in the living room. I am grateful for the baby that lives in my home and teaches me the RIGHT NOW is important and not to be forgotten.
I am grateful for both my children; each with their strengths that I see easily, as well as their flaws, which are harder for me to see. Strong, independent and beautiful people that will learn patience as they mature.
I am grateful for the sound of dog toenails on my floor. The occasional cold nose that grazes my toes, in an effort to make me squeal (it works). I am grateful that they keep me on a schedule of feeding them and scratching them. I am even grateful for the inherited poodle, who comes out of her shell and plays with me once a week.
I am grateful that, right now, I am healthy. I feel good. I feel that if I put my mind to something, I could do it. If only I could turn down the radio noise in my head. I have found the volume button. It is only a matter of time.
I am grateful that there is food in the house, clean laundry and stuff to do every day.
I am grateful that I am not raiding my penny jar for the utilities. But that may not be far off.
I am grateful for my best friend. He has heard all my foibles, all my adventures, all my conquests. He knows my wicked heart and my selfish side. And still answers my questions before they are asked. Last night, I was mulling over things that were not of immediate importance, but were troublesome to my mind at that moment. I was making dinner, he came into the kitchen, took my hands and asked me why I was so troubled. When I asked how he knew, he said he heard me sigh and knew that I needed a hug, just from that sound. For that I am grateful beyond words.
I am grateful for my life. I have done many amazing things.
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