I am grateful for the sound of:

• rain pattering on the umbrella as I walked into work this morning.
• giggling.
• tearing open a potato chip bag.
• Natia’s happy howl that says “Come ONNNNN! Let’s GOOOOOO!”
• Parker and Reilly’s voices.
• a bird outside the window, singing in the rain.
• squishy/crinkly diaper.
• soft piano.
• three part harmony.
• the state fair.
• Katrina’s laugh.

• Winnie the Pooh when he talks, thanks to Sterling Holloway and Jim Cummings.
• Melissa’s Texas accent.
• Sam sleeping.
• bacon frying.
• ocean waves.
• a lawnmower working on a lazy Saturday morning.
• a really good rendition of The National Anthem.
• my Mom’s voice that, sadly, is becoming faint in my memory.
• the crackle of a fire on the patio.
• the roar of a Royals crowd after a win.
• Avis saying, “Well doesn’t that just bust yer buttons.”
• clean sheets snapped, I think that’s what you call that action, just before the bed is made.
• just about anything Resurrection Singers sing.
• a master trumpeter playing “Taps.”
• gravel crunch.

So, I am grateful my ears still work.