Taking my kids to school, and the little talks.
Prayer time with my Jesus on the drive to work.
Having a roof over my head.
Oxygen in my lungs.
Food in my cabinets.
The physical health that allows me to live in and tromp around this world.
Legs that work, a body that is able to walk, yoga, paddle, snuggle my babies.
My office mates and the love they poor out to me.
Playing the pop-pop-popcorn game with my Littles.
Getting to say if my siblings weren’t related to me I’d still want to be friends with each of them.
Dad being there. When I was sick, and when I was well, and even now to give me pep talks when I feel like I have no idea what I’m doing with my life.
The redemption story that God has given me since losing my mom and grandmother and going through a massive rebellion.
Sneaking chocolate and popcorn into the movies.
The moment I get to witness as a wedding photographer when a groom sees his bride for the first time.
When the father of the bride sees his daughter in her gown for the first time.
Grabbing drinks with two soul friends that I haven’t talked to in ages.
A good red lipstick.
Slow mornings in Hawaii.
Letting go of the attachment to where I thought I’d be right now, and embracing the present.
Did I say laughing?
Laughing some more.
Crying tears of heartache in my best friend’s lap.
When my daughter and I share our hearts; when she tells me things she doesn’t tell other people.
Discovering I have a new favorite song and knowing I’m gonna love it from the first few chords.
Today. Because we weren’t promised it.
Each season, day, moment, mistake, breathe, step, laughter, tear, kiss, sip of red wine, is a gift.
It’s all a gift.
And I’m so very grateful.