For freshly-done laundry.
For moments of reprieve from all-day-sickness
For Panera. And Chipotle.
For congee.
For a hubby who after 18 years will still do anything for me. And more.
For conscientious children who help out when they see the need.
For children who fight, but forget all about it the next day.
For an 11-yo who makes Jell-O for his 6-yo sister.
For a 9-yo who toasts bread for his 6-yo sister.
For their love of music.
For their innocence.
For their trust.
For their great love for Dad.
For tears, when they miss him and want him to come home.
For the Rosaries we share daily.
For the love of reading.
For Emma.
For late night owls.
For $100 rebates.
For poets who love life.
For Janet Smith.
For Cormac Burke.
For the rain.
For forgiving seedlings.
For the neighbor who is gone and can’t complain about the weeds.
For friends who pray for us.
And a thousand other gifts I am forgetting to name at present.
Because today, it’s enough to just be thankful.