I am grateful for my boys, happily playing in the bath with crappy knockoff transformers from the dollar store. Nothing could make them happier. Here’s the thing, we can’t be that happy all the time, but we are that happy, sometimes, when we’re lucky enough to have whatever it is that delights us like that, and wise enough to notice what we’ve got.

I am grateful for Julie. She puts up with no end of cuss from me.

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