Most mornings I express my gratitude sort of in my head to myself and the powers that be.
It’s the little things I’m grateful for. Roof over my head. Legs and brain work (most days). My family’s general health. The comfy couch with cozy pillows and blankets that I sit on as I do this.
Coffee, jade roller and box of kleenex. You’re never truly grateful for kleenex until you desperately need some and have none.
I’m grateful that I had the past week to spend with my son Taz, who came home for his sister’s high school graduation and a visit. He left this morning and his happy, easy-going, goofy presence will be missed.
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