I’m thankful for so many things:
For love and a roof over my head, for food on the table and beautiful poetry, for my children and for Robert’s, for the beauty that surrounds us on this Earth, for music and for prayer and for a loving God.
For strength to run and ride and hike, for friends and family, for work that I love, for stars and for life, for the bustle of big city and the peaceful of country, for yurts and tents and camping out under the twinkling lights of heaven.
For tractors that putt, for the smell of upturned dirt and cut grass, for blooming fields of sunflowers and mountains of cotton candy, for salted caramel peanut butter cup ice-cream and heirloom tomato salads.
For mountain bikes with comfy seats and CO2 cartridges when you get a flat, for trails that wind up mountain paths and long stretches of flat dirt roads, for the hope of a better tomorrow and for living in the moment.
For chocolate chip pizza and grilled zucchini with sweet corn, for a snowy day and a good book, for the chill in the air that says fall is near and the heat of the day reminding me that summer lingers for a while yet.
For big warm horses and playing in the water trough, for kittens pouncing on twigs and a handsome man in a cowboy hat, for words that won’t stop and time with a blank page.
I’m thankful for God who knows me and loves me still, who provides for me and carries my burdens, who indeed makes my crooked paths straight.