Tired. Sleepy tired. Bone weary tired. Tired of work. Tired of chores. Even tired of leisure. Just blah.

Fortunately, I was surrounded by a group of beautiful women last night who remind me to count my gifts. Extraordinary blessings that are present in everyday life.

The bridge of freckles across my youngest son’s nose

The deep red ripening of our garden tomatoes

Finding out my 13-year-old niece doesn’t think of me as an old fuddy-duddy aunt after all

And the list goes on and on and on.

Start counting the many marvels in your everyday life . . . and give great thanks!

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