Aaron spoils me. He makes breakfast for us every morning, gifting me with the delicious slowness of rising at will and listening to our neighborhood come awake.
This is blessing.
And sometimes the gift of it is difficult to bear.
I mentioned on Facebook this week that I want to develop a more committed relationship with For the Birds this year. 2016 was difficult in more than a few ways...
The answer to both my desire to blog faithfully and overcome whatever challenges this year may hold came quite neatly to my brain the other day: Gratitude.
Every Friday this year you will find For the Birds counting her blessings, seven quick thanksgivings at a time.
Will you join me?