And was thinking last night about feeling thankful.
I am thankful for the tiny meow-snores of my giant orange cat. He does this as he's falling into his first big sleep of the night. He is still new enough to our family that we are still learning his sounds, his patterns, and his personality.
I am thankful for the warm clothes I wear, and for an extra blanket on the bed that makes sleep time just right.
I am thankful for the kisses that blossom from Spark's lips and speckle me until I can hardly breathe. And how 'just one more' is always five or ten or twelve, really.
I am thankful for each white hair I find on Primo's head, mixed in with the thick dark browns. I wonder whether he will be all-white by his late 20's, like his grandfather. When Primo hugs me now, his arms can go around my shoulders; no longer is he waist-high.
I am thankful for the love I feel when I look at my husband's face. That feeling is not a choice or a decision; when I see that arrangement of his eyebrows, his eyes, his lips, his nose--it just comes, and I am often surprised by the joy of it.
I am thankful for understanding what it means to feel thankful, especially when I have known despair, fear, and darkness of the soul. Today I know I am thankful.