I’m grateful for my kids. For their laughter. Their sense of humor and being wise way beyond their age. I am grateful for the time we are together. I am grateful for being here. Home. It’s familiar and comfortable. I am grateful that I heard my mother’s voice today. I am grateful for understanding what forgiveness is and what letting go really means. I am grateful for second chances and making the most of it. I am grateful for the whiny roads in beautiful Orinda. I’m grateful for Canyon that leads to Sneak Road. And Camino Pablo. I’m grateful for all the familiar places that bring comfort during chaos. These places are mine. My memories. All mine…No intruders….just mine….and that feels really really good.
