I have been hit over and over by waves of gratitude this past week.

My son was home. My baby girl had her twenty-fifth birthday.

I got to see both my adorable nieces.

We spent time with my husband’s family.

My parents had a mishap that could have been horrific, but turned out okay.

I got to spend time with one of my favorite friends, Joyce, yesterday.

My world is steady.  Things are good. This has not always been the case.

I have had an empty glass, so half-full is good and full is a miracle.

I have friends who are grieving. Gloria lost her precious husband. Crystal lost her dad.

A darling, former student’s courageous battle with cancer ended.

Oh, bless Dalton’s family.

In all this sadness, there is love. So much love. Helping and holding and healing.

I admit that I am an introvert. I can handle humans in small doses.

I am grateful for this love that binds us, through the good times and the bad.

I am grateful for friends, family, pets, plants, food, a warm bed…

Blessed feels so good.  I am so grateful.

FLOWER