Thanks, lived.

Yesterday I had such a sense of thankfulness. And the day was so completely full that it wasn't until after midnight, when everthing was cleaned up and returned to right order, that I actually took time to pray my thanks. But throughout the day, there were moments when I felt every breath was a thank you. Each happy look from one family member to another was a thank you. The oranges and blackberries on the table were thank yous. The quiet settling over my family, lined up on either side of the long banquet table, was a silent thank you.

Maybe in its heart of hearts, the pulse of an appreciated life beats thank you, thank you, thank you.