Very Grateful for
God’s love
falling asleep in silence
Amelia, who swept all the leaves off the front porch
receiving payment from the last client with a balance
waking up without an assignment (for the first time since July)
a long walk with Ruby
a dishwasher
foil to cover pie crust edges
fresh nutmeg

The gift of the Magi is to hold what you have
And not think a minute of what you are missing. ~Garrison Keillor in this poem