My Grampy always sends me emails and I love it – he even has his own folder in my email inbox entitled “Grampy emails”. Anyway, here is part of an email he forwarded me this morning:
I’m thankful for:
the taxes I pay, because it means I am employed.
for the mess to clean after friends come over, because it means I have been surrounded by people who love me.
for the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it means I have enough to eat.
for a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing…because it means I have a home.
for all the complaining I hear about the government, because it means we have freedom of speech.
for the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with transportation.
for my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.
for the lady behind me in church who sings off key, because it means I can hear.
for the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means I have clothes to wear.
for the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours, because it means that I’m alive.