Everyday I give thanks. For little and big things, like the butter on my bread. The wet nose of a fat grey cat. The voice of my mom, reassuring and kind. The squeaks and squeals of my wee nieces, when I walk in the room. The fit and feel of a sexy dress. The sky above and the ground below and everything in between. My hands and legs and knees and shoulders, who work so hard and are finally telling me to slow down. Coffee, with cream and honey (I can't quit you). A friend, cancer free. Warmth of wool, wrapped around my feet. Arms of my handsome man, wrapped around me. It's these things that make my life full - though hardly perfect. There are concerns and complaints that bounce around too. Sometimes I don't know how to deal. Sometimes I just bake a cake and do the dishes. Sometimes I just pick up the orange cat and dance.
