Dancing in the Rain
Holding hands with the one I love
Sharing a joke with my mom
Reminiscing ... on memory lane ... while browsing old pictures from long (LONG) ago
Hearing Doogie breathe peacefully next to me
My old fashioned looking pink rose covered clock ticking
The sound of traffic zipping by so early in the morning
My phone ringing with a concerned voice on the other end checking up on me
An invite to a Thanksgiving crowd
Heart ache at missing my Dad's laughter for the 18th year
My heating pad that shuts itself off automatically
Heart to heart talks
A mother who STILL removes skin from fish/chicken for her
A boyfriend who peels oranges for her so her hands don't get sticky
The knowledge of having three nieces growing up so beautifully
Missing my brother
The color pink
Cozy pajamas with coordinating bathrobe
My bathtub training properly
Cold running water from the tap
Hummingbirds still feeding outside my door
Sparkles in my "welcome" mat
Friends' phone numbers that pop up on my caller ID
Like-minded hobbyist friends and believers
Being able to walk on two legs
Breathing - even shallowly
Ten fingers and Ten toes on my own body
Scars - my proof of much healing
Doors being held
The garbage being taken out
A sip of vanilla coffee
Having doctors who will stay late for you when their schedule is packed full
Quiet moments with God in the stillness of the night
I could go on and on..... there are so many little things that really aren't little things.
They are tiny gestures or moments that burst into gigantic gifts that bring warmth to my heart, a smile to my face, a tear to my eye, a laugh to my belly and a love in my soul.
Thanksgiving, here in the United States, is two days away.
What are some little things you are thankful for?
I'll catch you on the other side of a click.... very soon.
PS: A quote for today....one I identify with in so many ways:
I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to interpret that as child-like. I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. I still listen to instinctual urges. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. I never water my garden without soaking myself. It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work. ~Leo F. Buscaglia, Bus 9 to Paradise