I am grateful for my grandmother. I had a chat with her today. She is always her authentic self. I appreciate how genuine she is, and aspire to be the same way.
I am grateful for a successful weekend of familial visitation.
I am grateful for an accordion friends of ours bequeathed us. I’ve been fooling around on that thing, watching YouTube, picking out melodies, and enjoying it.
I am grateful for our decorated Christmas tree and lights in the window. You know what’s great about Christmas? We all collectively in this culture think “it’s the darkest, coldest, most miserable part of the year, but cuss it! Let’s just try to be happy.”
If that’s not nice, what is?