Little things that count

I am thankful for…

The teenager who is not doing dishes but watching TV,
because that means he is at home, not on the street.

The taxes that I pay,
because it means that I am employed.

The clothes that fit a little too snugly,
because it means I have enough to eat.

My shadow that watches me work,
because it means I am out in the sunshine.

A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing,
because it means I have a home.

The parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.

My huge air-conditioning bill,
because it means I am cool even on the hottest day.

The lady behind me singing F key,
because it means that I can hear.

The pile of laundry and ironing,
because it means I have clothes to wear.

Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,
because it means I have been capable of working hard.

The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
because it means that I am alive.

and finally… for too much email,
because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.


Taken from my friend's blog.