Lately, our foster son Glen and I have been teaching ourselves Italian, using the Rosetta Stone software. Glen has always wanted to learn Italian, and I figured the best way for him to learn it would be if Göran or I studied it with him, and spoke it with him around the house. So I am thankful for the fun that Glen and I have had learning Italian together.
I am thankful that I have survived into my mid-forties, and for the wisdom and peace that I have acquired in the process, and for fifteen, going on sixteen, years of a relationship that keeps on getting stronger.
I am thankful for daily hugs.
I am thankful for family bicycle outings, and the fun we have swimming together at the YMCA.
I am thankful for good food.
I am thankful that after nine years of anxiety and uncertainty, Göran finally has information about who his father and mother were, and is finally starting to get answers to the most perplexing questions in his life. And he has a passport!
I am thankful for scriptures. All of them! All that we have received, and all that are yet to come forth!
I am thankful to be a teacher. (And a learner.)
I am thankful that my Heavenly Father hears and answers my prayers. I am thankful that divine guidance is always as near to me as my knees are to the ground. I am thankful for the Holy Spirit, which fills my heart and my life and gives me the peace that makes everything -- even the hard stuff -- worthwhile.
I am thankful for our cats, and for the way they make us laugh!
I am thankful for May and the relenting of the cold.
I am thankful for life, for the way everything is interconnected in that divine, secret way. I am thankful for eyes periodically opened to see it.
I am thankful that the bad can only last so long, but the good will keep growing forever.
I am thankful for being, and for hope, and most of all, for love.