Today, I am thankful for ordinary December days.
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
~ May Sarton, December Moon
A baby's birth. A father's death.
A birthday. An anniversary. A memorial service.
A jazz concert. A football game. A trip to the airport.
A tight deadline. An invitation. A haircut appointment.
A lost set of keys. A broken digital camera. A new watch battery.
A skein of silk yarn. A yard of wool fabric. A designer sewing pattern.
An extra blanket on the bed. A cozy hat and scarf. A pair of waterproof boots.
A sink of dirty dishes. A sprig of fresh basil. An extra dash of cinnamon.
A walk around the park. An hour on the boulders. A hike into the canyon.
A glass of homemade Irish cream. A mug of Irish coffee. A sip of hot green tea.
A raging snowstorm. A bitter cold night. An icy sidewalk.
That's my December ... so far.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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