I am grateful for family friends that brought out a box of my grandma’s old stuff for me. A printer, an end table. A basket of scissors and the like; not heirlooms, but useful things I’d rather have than not. Anyway, it was nice of them to think to offer to bring it out in their backseat, and it was nice to receive it.
I am grateful for grumpy kids becoming quiet while eating leftover soup for dinner, and becoming ungrumpy in the process.
I am grateful for popcorn, and the ritual that starts when I pop it, which ends in me consuming it while I watch some telly for at least an hour or so.