I stand by my words that I don’t simply want to count my blessings; I want to grow a space in me where contentment has a stronghold. Sometimes that means taking a moment to count my blessings, and sometimes it may seem like I’m digging deep to count. So here goes:
I’m really thankful for my physical therapist who writes letters to justify Aidan’s medical equipment. My response to the letter we got from insurance would be – these questions are stupid and I’m not wasting my time on this and you just need to do the right thing. Then I would take a handful of the gross cranberry sauce and throw it at them because it would feel so satisfying to me. So, yeah, they’re probably thankful for my physical therapist too.
I’m thankful for girlfriends, good beer, clear mountain air, late nights, a new music mix, and hot tubs. You’re welcome Vermont, yes, you’re so very welcome.
I’m soooo thankful for handbells, that most unique sound, with notes played at the right time with the wrong bell but with lots of joy. Thankful for the opportunity to make music again.
I’m thankful for buy-one-get-one-free lattes because sometimes it really is about the small stuff.
I’m thankful for the food fight with my teenager. It just seemed like the right thing to do, even with him saying, “Mooooom, you’re not setting a very good example.” I bet he was glad it was only popcorn and not gross cranberry sauce.
How about you – what are you thankful for and how do you really feel about cranberry sauce?