I hope you whistle this all day long:

Gene Kelly puts a smile on my face and a song in my internal jukebox.

I am grateful for a baked sweet potato last night. I’d never had a sweet potato other than sweet potato fries. A sliver of butter and a little cinnamon, and it was wonderful. Still love the fries better, but after going 25 days without potatoes, it was so good.

I am grateful for my umbrella.

I am grateful for texted pictures of my Texas grandkids this morning.

I am grateful for the privilege of taking a walk at the beginning of the rain this morning.

I am grateful that my children are grown and raised and I am not responsible for raising them in this culture we find ourselves in. Parents of young ones need so much support and prayer. God, please protect my grandchildren from this world.

I am grateful for a McDonald’s vanilla ice cream cone during an evening walk.

And I am grateful for the sound of thunder and the patter of raindrops.