- Uni-nostril. I was going to complain that one of my nose-openings is completely clogged, but in the spirit of gratitude, I’m thankful that one is opened, allowing air into my happy lungs.
- Melons. French, in particular. Wow. Like heaven in your mouth. For those of you poor Americans sufficing yourselves with tasteless melons, I’m so sorry. French melons are beautiful…
- My responsible son. “I can do it,” he told me. I worried. He begged. So I sent him to the pizza place about a block or so away. He ordered pizzas for the family and came home. One of Aidan’s resolutions this year was to “learn to make wise choices.” I love that he’s growing up, making wise choices, and learning responsibility.
- Flowers. I have geraniums gracing the window boxes on my kitchen window. They make me smile.
- The mountains around us. Though running hills is hard, I’m thankful for topography. After six years in Texas where the only elevation came when we drove on a particularly tall overpass, I am thankful for mountains and hills.
- The Mediterranean Sea. It’s blue. So blue. And beautiful.
- Sophie’s heart. She loves to share Jesus with her friends, not in an in-your-face way, but a simple, drawing way. She’s my hero.
- A computer that works. One is down, but my laptop is humming, thankfully. And I’m much better about backing everything up.
- A finished parenting book. Yahooooooo.
- A husband who adores me and tells me I look younger than I am.
- That, although our station wagon always-always-always has 26 LARGE bird poops splattered everywhere (we have to park under a tree), it runs.
- Julia’s recent baptism. A stellar and beautiful event. “I met Jesus March 1st,” she said simply.
- That I had a terrific talk with my friend Hud yesterday.
- That my friend Laina liked the flowers I sent for her birthday. Made my day.
- Jesus loves me, this I know.
- We’ve been well-supplied and, by God’s grace, haven’t had to worry lately about money–a huge blessing for a missionary family on support.
- I love my little kitchen. Though I bark at the kids from time to time when they’re underfoot, I’m thankful for a gas cooktop, a great oven, and almost-enough counter space.
- Music. I’ve lost a bit of my worshippy-singing self, but I sense it’s coming back.
- A little nook in the corner of our bedroom that makes me smile. It’s where I write.
- My extended family in Washington state. We miss you.
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