I’m grateful to be pulled out of bed by a call from my darling Rose. I’m sorry she’s not feeling well, but I’m glad it’s me she calls when there’s a symptom afoot. Or in this case abladder. Bad bad bad language joke. Oh well.
I’m grateful to hear what a lovely young woman she is today. How she takes the time to tell me about her surroundings, to convey greetings from her dad’s family, to be caring and loving. Thank you loving spirits for every bit of it.
I’m grateful to be loved and acknowledged by my cherished friends and family.
I’m grateful to thrive where I’m planted, to accept invitations I’m given.
I’m so grateful for Andrew’s kindness, coming over here and installing curtains and hanging a shelf that had fallen off the wall. How lucky am I!
I’m grateful for laundry done as scheduled, for bed made and house tidy. For good food and for my health. For donations freely given.
For time spent with Kat, for meeting new friends. For telling the truth.
Life is good good good.