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Counting the Little Blessings
Getting older brings insight and wisdom…sometimes
There are mornings that are just perfect.
This morning is like that — bright sunny skies, light breeze, birds singing, and the smell of cow manure in the distance.
I live in a farmland area — hence, the smell of manure and the cow-sounds coming over the fields.
But it’s wonderful to live here, even with my allergies — now put on the defensive with steroids and OTC medicine.
It’s mornings like this one when I’m reminded that it’s the little things in life that make each day important.
Little things like waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and having my first cup with my daughter in our kitchen.
Little things like walking Monroe and waiting while he sniffs the air and watches squirrels.
Little things: Like finding Monroe sandwiched between me and Morgan last night. I’d had a bad night of leg and ankle cramps and was up and down. Monroe must have felt my anxiety.
Little things like not having the pain this morning.
Little things like having the time to read and write.
Little things like taking Morgan out for his Father’s Day dinner tonight and getting him headphones so I can read in the same…
