Today, I am thankful for six mule deer.
I see them first. Six mule deer - 3 adults and 3 juveniles - grazing on the park's grassy field. I tell T to look. At first, he doesn't understand me. Then, he catches their scent and gazes at the small herd. The deer, cautiously eyeing T, migrate eastward towards the culvert. They bound effortlessly across the ditch before turning northward along the greenbelt. Finally, they cross the street and enter the "alley."
On our way home, I glance their way. They are still busy eating breakfast. The deer look up as we pass, making sure that T remains at a safe distance.
For this blessing, I am grateful.