Today was an ordinary day. When No "gratitude moment" immediately came to mind, I realized that I should be (and am) grateful for just that: an ordinary day.
Nothing notable happened. We had laughter and tantrums, some yelling and some crying, fun and fights. Dad worked a long day, but the rest of us got to go to Mass and visit with friends.
We are healthy. We have a home. We are surrounded by loving, kind, generous and supportive friends and family.
I have recently heard of friends of friends with a one-year-old in chemo, a husband who died unexpectedly leaving a pregnant wife and other kids, people who've been without work for a long time, and many other things going on.
What those people wouldn't give to have a day like mine, where we just did regular stuff and ate PB&Js. I'll take it. Praise God!