Ok, ok, I'm grateful for the hamburger waiting for me when I came home, with a side of mixed veggies courtesy of the husband.
I'm grateful that my older son is beginning to appreciate how much he is loved by his family and how much we mean to him. I'd give the details, but the backstory would take up the length of many posts so you'll just have to trust me. He's a sweet young man, just a bit in the habit of taking certain things for granted.
I'm grateful I get to sleep soon. :P~