Thursday, November 27, 2008
In Which I Are Grateful.
I'm grateful that it is raining outside; it's a nice, steady soaking rain that'll help the plants during the dry winter ahead.
I'll be grateful when it stops.
I'm grateful for keys that don't break off in locks.
I'm grateful for engines that start.
I'm grateful for light switches that, when flipped, bring light into the room.
I'm grateful for second chances.
And, well, fourth ones.
I'm grateful for my kids, and for the time I got to spend raising them, and the lessons I've learned from that.
I'm grateful that they're all pretty much independently living their own lives now.
I'm grateful for our cats.
Even Lily, the really noisy bossy one.
I'm grateful for my friends who may not always agree with me but continue to be my friends, nonetheless.
I'm grateful that, actually, off the top of my head, I can't think of any enemies.
I'm grateful for all the years that I got to spend knowing my mom and dad. I miss them. I've seen some pretty awful parenting and I'm grateful that I was raised by parents who taught me some pretty darned important stuff, like how to work hard, be smart, have fun, and love well.
I'm grateful for the Baboo family who is my family now.
I'm grateful for my feet.
Even the one with the big, black toenail.
I'm grateful for all the miles I've traveled on my feet.
I'm grateful for hills.
I'm grateful for flat, open spaces.
I'm grateful for my new career.
I'm grateful for my favorite carpool partner, who is the best of all partners in everything, ever.
I'm grateful for coffee.
And lovely, flavored coffee syrups.
I'm grateful for sweet.
I'm grateful for salty.
I'm grateful for all of it.
I'm just, well, grateful.
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