This gratitude bubble is so fragile. In a few days it will be so easy to burst it with greed and desire. My attitude of discontent is one Pottery Barn catalog image away, you know. I want my kids to wear matching sweaters while drinking hot chocolate (without roughhousing and spilling) out of oversized mugs with an elf-themed bunting draped across our mantel--and a leather couch! And a color-coordinated cashmere throw! And a floor lamp! I'm keeping the beast at bay by recycling the catalogs and sales inserts, interrupting the TV commercials with directions to "go feed the dog" and, of course, leaving that gratitude wreath with the pintato in the middle of the kitchen counter.
Be thankful first.
42. sunny days
43. answered prayer
44. carpools and the many favors I can give to and get from other parents
46. and a good thesaurus
47. the magic of "first" moments--first snowfall, first thaw, first tiny shoots in the garden, first robin of spring time, first glimpse of a new moon
48. inside jokes
50. my sense of smell
53. the fabulous leaders helping me in the Yellow Cubbie Room on Tuesday nights, the great kids and their faithful parents
55. music (except hip hop, rap and death metal)
56. running (holy crap, I cannot believe I included that one)
58. theater (especially APT)