Nothing wrong with being grateful for chocolate. And that’s what I am.
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 at least one of the kiddles went to church with me today. Donuts from Johnny O’s Spudnut are always the order of the day when a kiddle goes to church. I figure it’s a good trade-off and sometimes they do too.
And those red-striped ones? They were a special flavor of the day: strawberry cheesecake. I’m grateful for strawberry cheesecake too.
We got out of the house in such a rush this morning that I left my lunch on the butcher block.
I’m grateful my coin purse held larger coins than pennies. Twix and vanilla greek yogurt… YUM!