So much has happened, yet so little. There’s much to be grateful for, both big and little…

I am grateful…

Our Christmas tree is down and put away.

Molly is going out with friends to ball games.

Erik got a call from a company in Florida after sending a mere THREE resumes.

For friends that always have my back.

That we are in a good enough place that we could send a little help to a furloughed family I know.

For the light in the darkness – the outpouring of love and support that shines out through the hate in the world right now.

That I’ve written words again.

For the world of blogging that has reappeared in my life.

That this cold is finally passing me by so I can workout again.

That we are free of the burden of the old car finally (thanks, oldest child for taking care of it.)

That I…I am now the parent of a full-fledged adult. Denver is now 21 years old. (Gratitude and feeling very old)

For overtime and pretty paychecks.

For creativity.

For a husband that supports me even when I think maybe I’ve gone off the deep end sometimes.

For anti-depressants.

For every single sunrise.