I am grateful for dolls.

I am grateful for nice checkout people.

I am grateful for a beautiful soul named Karen.

I am grateful for packages delivered.

I am grateful that I am not in charge of the world.

I am grateful for our small group. Everyone shares. It’s nice.

I am grateful for a fresh package of Oreo cookies and the very first one to go into my mouth.

I am grateful for a photo magnet that came in the mail – my first grandchildren magnet and now proudly displayed on the fridge.

And I am grateful for this, from an incredible writer named Rachel:

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