I brought dinner to my dad’s tonight. Lots of leftovers made for a yummy chicken pot pie. A perfect night for comfort food as the snow began to fall while we were there. The first snowfall of the season is always so pretty. This one won’t amount to much. It is already turning into rain and it is too dark to really take advantage it. The Christmas lights glowing in the snow were really pretty on the ride home though. Ours will go up eventually.
While I was at dad’s, I noticed that hanging on his refrigerator was a saying that he had posted. It was from a church bulletin. It referred to the summer, so it must have been there for awhile. I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before. I am copying it below. Another great reminder to be thankful for all of the blessings in our lives. Monsignor Emory from our church shared it after someone shared it with him. I am happy to pass it along:
I am thankful for my spouse who hogs the covers, because it means that I am not alone; the mess to clean up after a party because it means that I have been surrounded by family and friends; the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat; the repairs needed around the house because it means I have a home; my screaming children because it means I can hear; the pile of laundry because it means I have clothing to wear; my aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been able to work; the alarm that goes off early in the morning because it means that I have been blessed with a new day.
Tagged: Feeling grateful, leftovers, Monsignor Emory, our problems compared to others
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