March 6, 2022. Tomorrow would be my daddy’s birthday. Well, I guess it still is, but when your lives one isn’t here it just seems like it “used to be” their birthday. Anyway – I am grateful for the time I had with him and that he could type. Typing sent him to the Pentagon and NOT to Vietnam. He met my mom at the Pentagon – cool; I am grateful for the weekend I just had with my grands but even more grateful that we aren’t all huddled underground somewhere wondering if the rest of family was alive or dead, wondering if I’ll ever see my home again. I pray for the people of Ukraine and all they have lost and all that lies ahead of them; I am grateful I am free and I’m sorry, I don’t care how much my gas costs. I have a car, I have a job, I have a healthy family and a home that will not be bombed tonight. I am warm and safe. Yes, the cost of gas will make it harder on the budget, and so does the rising cost of food. But I have choices – and for that I am extraordinarily grateful. #choosejoy #3things #gratitude
fields of poppies 