
A gratitude list from the memories of last week.
- Hot dogs skewered on stretched-out hangers over an open fire in the middle of the front yard on a Thursday night in small town America.
- A bigger-than-Dallas moon to watch on the drive back to the city.
- A new book, several new books.
- Happy Natia, tail wagging, excited to be “home again.”
- Hundreds of iris bulbs and the anticipation of next spring.
- Dead box elder bugs and a new broom to sweep them away.
- Spending a Saturday morning in a run down laundromat with machines humming, Natia on the floor sleeping, and nothing but a new book to occupy my time.
- Tears that can’t be helped when I hear acapella music at church.
- Happy husband.
- Listening to my daughter’s stories of the day with noisy children in the background.
- Baking banana bread.
- Bills paid.
- Mid-afternoon walk with my dog, releasing her from the leash, and letting her run fast across an empty lot.
- Feeling productive in my work.
- My piano and my butterfly quilt…the missing is no longer.
- Hearing my husband singing “Amazing Grace” while he gets ready in the morning.
- The sounds of little girls splashing in the creek water and squealing when they find frogs, across the street at the park.
- Being welcomed in our new small town America.
- Fried chicken at the Triple C with a bunch of farmer types in overalls and coveralls.
- An evening with Paul and MJ and two great kids.
- Extra mayo.
- A new TV series to watch. Current can’t miss: This is Us.
- Lunch at Panera with Cosmo, Jimena, and Paul.
- Learning to be content with what we have and not needing new.
- The sound of mourning doves in the still of the day.
- Creaky floors that remind me I can walk, and I can hear.
- Anticipation in the wait to see dear friends: Elaine, Julie and Dave, John and Linda, Shirley…and waiting to see family: Dad, Dwight, and Katrina and her family…and to feel little hands in mine once again when I finally get to see Parker and Reilly after two years of absence.
- Loving going to church, loving my church.
- Knowing that God is speaking, not just thinking that maybe God is speaking.
- Bendy straws.
