Nothing wrong with being grateful for chocolate. And that’s what I am.
It finally arrived from the Netherlands! I’m grateful there were no snafus or pirates or accidents of any kind in getting our new organ to Cache Valley.
I’m grateful for this painting that changes every hour in the stairwell at work. It makes running to the breakroom for water totally worth it.
I’m grateful for blooms in winter. This particular shamrock is over 20 years old and moved with us from Paradise. It’s survived being dropped several times and is currently being used as a catbed by one very naughty kitty who might be named Gretchen Struedel-Doodle.
I can’t say enough how grateful I am to be back in the sanctuary space on Sunday mornings. We’re still missing a few things (like pipes and organs), but the new floor is fabulous and the sound is so much brighter and I am just in love, love, love with it. What an amazing and sacred space this community has provided!
My house has smelled like my Sunday Gramma’s house all day long. Roast beef has been slow cooking, along with potatoes and carrots. I’m grateful for hearty and warm family meals around the table.
I’m grateful for these amazing musicians who can pull together three, no FOUR, anthems with only a couple of practices between New Years Day and Martin Luther King Day. This was the sixth annual celebration that we participated in and I think it was the best yet.
I was listening to my Amazon Prime playlist this morning at work and a reading of The Velveteen Rabbit given by Meryl Streep with George Winston’s music playing beneath came on. There must be a lot of dust in my office, just saying. I’m grateful for moments and music that make you remember, even if it is a bit melancholic
P.S. If you want to really feel melancholic, make sure you check out my Snapshot Gratitude from 2006…
I’m grateful for those magical moments when the frost starts to fall off the trees and it looks like rainbow glitter is being dusted over everything. I’m grateful for them, but I can’t take a decent picture of them…
In my epic bout of tidying-up last week, I found a cute little book with thick paper that I’d never used but probably have had since about the same time the Cold War ended. It was so old, it was cool and Ruthie decided to accept it and turn it into a daily drawing challenge book. I’m grateful for my equally cute and artsy daughter.