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.