Family. Food. Hobby farm. Chickens. Chubby cheeks. Rolly thighs. Silly grins. Homegrown food nestled tightly into bottles on my shelf. Bacon. Cell phones to call my family. Mint green. Dark chocolate. Sun rises. Strong bodies. Washing machines. Hot baths. Hot tea. Freshly picked peaches and tomatoes and sweet corn. Laughter. Being called to in the middle of the night. Being needed. Building blocks. Building trains. Making cookies. Making memories. Quiet afternoons reading to my little people. Warm soup. Hot crusty bread. Tacos. Snow. Mountains. Hiking. Long Sunday drives. Family pictures. Chapter books. Fire light. Warm handmade blankets. Journals. Pages and pages of handwritten memories few people will ever read. Pages and pages of public blog posts lots of people read. People who read my words. You. I’m thankful for you. Thank you for being here.
I hope you have lots of things to be thankful for today. I know I sure do.