I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. -e.e.cummings
Friday June 10, 2016 4:56 am
Thousand Oaks, California
I’m grateful to God for reminding me that as long as I stay on His path, I’ll always find the high road.
I’m glad today will end with family, friends, a movie and Pizza Pizza here at The Peach
I’m grateful for my sobriety
I’m grateful The Dude not only cooks, but is a true Renaissance Man and also does windows.
I’m glad I’m not an octopus. Surgery on one hand is quite enough
I’m grateful for a basket of fragrant essential oils, and for the kind friend who gave them to me to help my hand heal.
I’m glad I got to light a candle, say a prayer, remember my dad, and honor him on what would have been his 75th birthday.
I’m grateful to have a husband who knows and understands how much this means to me.
I’m glad La Belle will bless our home with her laughter, her beauty, wit, and warmth this weekend.
I’m glad Elizabeth Warren told The Donald what’s up for real in her televised speech yesterday. Way to take the gloves off Sen-a-tor!
I’m grateful my children are healthy, happy, and well.
I’m grateful for the 19th Amendment.
And glad to know my daughters are, too.
I’m grateful for Schwink’s beautiful blooming bouquets, and that everywhere I look I see my friend.
I’m grateful for my friend GordoDarls (who would now like to be known as “Gotham Gordo” but will always be GordoDarls to me) and souvenirs from The Big Apple.
I’m grateful for my bunny slippers, my woobie, Mac & Cheese Movies, Mad Men on Netflix, pineapple juice, pajamas, and prayers.
I’m glad The Dude still calls me his bride.
And also that he still thinks I’m pretty (“I think you’re pretty, too.” -La Belle)
I’m grateful that I got through this week’s Glatitude List without him hijacking it like last week (but only because La Belle typed it this week, and she knows how to act like a Lady at a keyboard).
And then, there’s The Unspoken Bunny. Which is a deep, indescribably fulfilling glatitude for glatitude itself-the awareness that this, in and of itself, this thankfulness is the essence that carries me, from strength to strength, in this life I have to make.