I am grateful for the sheer volume of joy that an elevator button brings Farley.

I am grateful for Farley’s response whenever I say “I love you”, which is often an annoyed “I know dat!”, accompanied with a furrowed brow. 

I am equally grateful for his response when I say “I love you, I mean it!”, to which he is likely to reply “does anybody want a peanut?”, with a wide grin.

I am grateful for the window I just thought to open; It’s hotter than the fiery pits of Tartarus here.

I am grateful for a mundane Saturday of hanging out in the backyard, and accomplishing a few errands. Simple pleasures are the best kind.

Have I mentioned the suite is done, and rented, and now I have a neighbour downstairs and I don’t have to wonder if it will all work out? Because even if I have, I am grateful for that, too.

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