
I feel as though I should write something that I am grateful for. Not because of outside pressure but because I have so much. There are all the things that I am obviously grateful for (my Billy, my baby, my house, the Gospel) but there are so many small things that I feel so happy are in my life. So here is a list, off the top of my head:
our down comforter with a newly washed duvet
that feeling when I go outside to unplug our lights late at night and it is so cold and windy that, when I jump back inside our living room, I am immediately surrounded in warmth and comfort and safety
Steamers from 7-Eleven (I have yet to find a better one)
colorful walls
talented friends and people I don't even know personally who continute to inspire me
books to read and bookstores to peruse
savings
our sleeping garden
artwork that livens up our home
new bookshelves
a baby that crawls with her butt sticking up in the air
the plants on our kitchen table
YOU, who read and support and make me feel that what I have to write and share is important to you

Happy Thanksgiving!!!