September 8th

I am grateful that tomorrow is Friday. I am grateful for the crickets in the quiet night outside, for the cloudy purple sky shining through the gaps in the silhouette trees, for my son who thrilled in the beauty of the dark when we stepped out on the porch just before his bedtime to mail some thank-you notes. I am grateful for the archaic tradition of thank-you notes, for the moment of pause and reflection and kinetic connection with a person who cared enough to give. I am grateful for the chance to teach my children how to write them. Even if they are on the back of photo cards rather than inside fine stationary. One must make some concessions to the modern age... I am grateful for the chance to be in my classroom, with my students, all day long today. It was fun. Turns out, I don't mind teaching. Its just the other stuff that gets in the way... I am grateful for my husband who presented me with two napping children and taco salad dinner on the way, when I got home. I am grateful for an evening together as a family and strangely grateful for our crazy fall schedule, which is serving to only intensity my gratitude for my husband. I am grateful for graham crackers dipped in milk.