“What’s gonna set you free? Look inside and you’ll see. When you got so much to say it’s called gratitude, and that’s right.” –Beastie Boys
I decided if I’m going to try to blog daily for at least the next year, I need to come up with some type of predetermined topics. So Sunday will be my, “It’s Called Gratitude” day.
I’m grateful for the sunny morning we were able to spend in the backyard chasing bubbles and chewing on sticks.
I’m grateful that I was able to transplant the hostas I dug up from the single-girl house into this yard as a reminder of that property.
I’m grateful that we got to take Little F to his first Major League Baseball game today, for free!, since my BFF since elementary school was out-of-town for the weekend.
I’m grateful that my husband is so supportive of my crazy ideas which I hope to nurture into reality someday. Some day…
(I’m also grateful that Big E caught a cleaning bug this morning and mopped the kitchen floor.)
And, as always, I’m grateful for Little F. This afternoon he ran around the house holding a broom like a guitar saying, “Hello Everybody! ‘Dinosaur Party‘ coming up!”
