I’m thankful for the little things that brighten my life. Every day, Ken kisses me good morning and good night. I feel loved.
Our family likes dinner rolls from Great Harvest Bread Co. on the east side of Rockford. Our daughter, Lisa, picks them up for our holiday meals. When we take a trip, our son, Kurt, checks our house allowing us to travel worry-free. I can rely on our kids.
Last Spring, while Ken and Kurt were in Kentucky for a week’s fishing, I had just finished lunch and was settled in my rocking chair to read a book. I looked up at the sound of footsteps. Our daughter-in-law, Sandy, was crossing the kitchen. Members of our family have buttons in their vehicles to open our garage door and enter our house through the back door. She had tried to phone me and got no answer. She stopped by to check that I was okay. I felt cared for.
During the summer, I was walking home from the post office on a sunny day. Our grandadults, Katelyn and Jacob, rode by me on their bicycles and hollered, “Hi Grandma! Want to race?”
“No. I don’t want to embarrass you by beating you.” I felt joy.
Ken and I thank God that we were given the strict, loving mothers and fathers we had. At times when we were growing up, we complained, “But everyone else can.” As adults, we have realized they were doing what was best for us. By the time we became parents, we raised our children the same way.
What little things are you thankful for?