Ahhh. This is the life. 17th floor morning, middle of the week, sunshine welcome through the large window as the busy birds fly by. I have the privilege of accompanying Sam to a business meeting out of town, and while he is in morning meetings, I am soaking in the treat of taking it easy with nothing to do but to enjoy the quiet of the new day.

Your mercies are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness to me. To ME. All I have needed, Your hand has provided. Blessings all mine, with 10,000 beside… It doesn’t seem real sometimes. It isn’t fair all of the time. I am so unworthy but so grateful and blessed.

• For text messages with my daughter
• For healthy grandchildren
• For a comfortable bed and an abundance of pillows
• For fun dinner companions last night
• For sunshine on my shoulders
• For a voicemail from Melissa
• For clean fireplace doors and a spotless fireplace – thank you, Dad!
• For the reminder from childhood that if I can’t say nothin’ nice, I shouldn’t say nothin’ at all.
• For NPR stories
• For the mentally stable people in my life who are not extreme
• For the maturity to live by example rather than a bunch of words that could end up harming others
• For the ridiculous desires at 3 am to get on a health kick and exercise regimen with an actual plan…not so ridiculous in of itself, but at 3 am, totally absurd
• For Delores socks
• For catchy jingles that are fun to sing: We are farmers! Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun…
• For people who share their clean mouths and fresh breath – if you can’t breathe nothin’ nice, don’t breathe nothin’ at all…mmm, not so much
• On that note, for people who brush their gums and scrub their tongues where bad breath hangs out (Why wasn’t I a dentist? Because I COULD NOT HANDLE THE MESS)
• For pretty bathrooms that make me feel nice
• For servers who are so pleasant and wonderful and scour the room for extra cheesecake for our table of beggars
• For baby smiles
• For a great book
• For beautiful artwork that came in the mail from Parker and Reilly
• For really cold water from a faucet
• For the pleasant of watching a flag furling in the breeze (I don’t know if furling is a word or if that is the correct term for flags doing their thing, but it is pleasant nonetheless)
• For running boards on a tall truck
• And for steak that is cooked and not mooing on my plate (Julie, we could have named our dinner Bessie and put her out to pasture – I’m sad you missed the meal/almost pet cow)