“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”-G.K. Chesterton
My gratitude list continues. I find myself looking throughout the week for little treasures of gratitude in my everyday wanderings. I put them in my pocket and write them down, like a proud explorer who has discovered something amazing and can’t wait to share it with the world. I highly recommend that you start your own list, writing down the wonder in the everyday, and then share it. I promise that you will feel like a 49er who has stumbled across a hidden gold mine. I promise to stop with the cheesy metaphors now. I know there are too many in this paragraph, but I can’t help myself, I’m a kid in a candy shop. Okay, now I’m stopping.
0044. Little boys who laugh in their sleep. It freaked me out at first, but once I figured out what was happening, it was really cute.
0045. The smell of cedar. Cedar makes me think of dense forests after a rain, and hamster cages. A funny but true combination of lowly and majestic.
0046. Scrap booking nights with girlfriends, talking about the various choices of edges for a paper cutter with people who care about various choices of edges for a paper cutter (such people can be hard to find).
0047. comfortable friends who come over and fall asleep on my couch. I refuse to think this means I’m boring, it means I am relaxing.
0048. wearing my husband’s sweaters: big and cozy.
0049. my husband buys a soda for me every single time we stop at a gas station, even when I don’t remind him.
0050. The warm steaminess of a freshly ironed shirt. I like to put one hand on the shirt as I iron, soaking up its domestic, comforting heat.
0051. Reading a good book out loud while the boys play at my feet. Sheldon chews on toys and Q is quiet, but I know he listens because every now and again he will ask me a question about the story.
0052. Baking. For some reason, when I have a full cookie jar, I feel like a good mother. Maybe the dentist would disagree, but it’s how I feel!
0053. Making a play dough bird to live in our colorful crayon tree. And a baby bird. And eggs. And a nest. “Cheep cheep. AAHHH! I fry away you scary!” – Quinten

0054. Sheldon smells like baby shampoo and butternut squash. I love it.
“Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.” John 1:3
“Through him then let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name.” Hebrews 13:15
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Another wonderful piece of writing JoAnn. You are so talented!
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Love the list, and the quote! Chesterton is rapidly becoming one of my favorite writers – seems like everyone he says is pithy.
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Thanks for stopping by my blog! I love scrapbooking too!
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