I am grateful for a nursery of bunnies in the front yard and grateful that Sam saw their crib just in time.

I am grateful for time to have Sunday morning breakfast with my Dad in the quiet of the apartment.

I am grateful for phone calls just to hear, “I miss you.”

I am grateful for understanding and grace and room to be less-than-pleasant.

And I am grateful for ironing done, a loaner car to drive, a new week at work, payday, and fried chicken.