My gratitude list sits on the counter, not full enough for the blessings I've had this week.
Time is short as I do the morning's busyness and prepare for the trip with my daddy to his doctor's appointment. I know there I will count many blessings and gifts as sickness and dying will hang over me like a rain cloud - a thunderstorm brewing for us all.
Just not for my daddy - not now, please.
I will continue the list on the counter as I notice these from the midnight hour through this moment.
There is Daddy
and there is joy in knowing where he is going
The discussions late at night with He's Too Good To Me . . .
The weight of him as he gets into bed . . .
the joy of knowing where he is going and why as he begins each morning
a fan to cover the early morning chirping
waking in bed to a child plunge and the words, I seep good las night, momy
the sweetness of Calliou's goodness in the breakfast background
the dimness of cloud's light as I raise blinds
the promise of sun
the shabbiness of Izzy's too small robe
Puppy crooked in the arm of who he belongs
color and words on cards meant for me
the drawer by my bed to tuck the love
the thought of a friend finally home
My list #15-33