I am grateful for an evening at home, a blanket on my lap, texting with Lori, and a beautiful fire to enjoy.

I am grateful for a husband who helps make dinner, helps clean up the kitchen, helps fold the laundry, and makes a nice fire in the fireplace.

I am grateful for memories of my silly Aunt Drula.

I am grateful for a new experience of rock hunting in a dry creek bed. Fossils, thorns, deer evidence, badger holes, brush crunch, gaggles of squawking geese in formation, and a truck bed loaded with our treasures for the fireplace…all added up to a beautiful and very brisk Sunday afternoon.

I am grateful for progress, even if it is slow going. Every day brings positive change.

And, finally, I am trying to be grateful for dirt. Dirt means progress right now, so I will accept it. Temporarily.