I know that I had grateful parents.
This does not mean they had no problems.
This means they learned to be thankful each day for something,
Anything that was a bright light in their lives.
Food on the table,
A roof over one’s head,
Clothes on one’s back,
Work for one’s hands,
A joyful heart, smiles,
A warm embrace,
Sweet brown eyes and wagging tail of brother dog.
I hope to continue where they left off:
Gratitude not as incidental agreements.
But gratitude as intentional acts hour by hour, heartbeat by heartbeat.