For someone who is so good at counting (bricks on the church wall, miles completed, panels on the ceiling, nutritional requirements, days of incubation, days until, days since, etc), I am not so great at counting and writing what I am thankful for.
So, who's counting? Me...
burdens shifted
siblings that play constantly even though there are 4 years that separate them
the squeakuel (chipmunk music can really make me thankful for other music)
pastor's of providence
the Exodus story
my little warrior's hugs
homemade play-dough
sewing machines
women like Abigail Adams
my mother's ability to improvise (and her instruction)
faith
attentive husband
snotty noses and tears at church
twelve year old girls' Birthday parties
Southern thunderstorms
breathe in, breathe out
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