I am grateful for a productive day, where everything went fairly smoothly. Two boys saw the dentist this morning, and there were no cavities. Work wise, it was a short day but I packed it in. We polished that off by surviving an epic family trip to Costco this evening.
I am grateful for healthy and lovely boys in bed, a roof over our heads, and for a cupboard full of food. I am grateful that everyone in this family mostly gets along fine, most of the time.
Sometimes, I think I have about as much as I could hope or ask for. These are the times I feel I am at my best. These are also the times I know being grateful is a worthwhile endeavour.
If this isn’t nice, what is?