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It's Sunday morning. I'm sitting at the kitchen table in my pjs, listening to Rayen crunching her kitty food, staring at the pile of dirty dishes, with a bird singing in the background, a cup of hot chocolate and slippers on my feet.

I'm thankful today. Thankful for sleeping in, for a kitty cat who wakes me up to feed her breakfast, then settles for purring and petting as I refuse to get up. Thankful for my sweet hubby, who washed all the clothes yesterday and only asked me to help fold the very last load. Thankful for my mama, who cooked an AMAZING chicken marsala last night and made TWO desserts, special for my sister and brother's birthdays. Thankful for a roof over my head, with enough stuff to create clutter, and thankful for the series Hoarders, which makes me want to clean up and clean out and share my bounty with others. Thankful for the boxes of stuff we could donate yesterday to goodwill to help build others up, too.

I'm thankful for things I don't have yet, too.

I'm thankful for the dreams that sweet hubby and I dream together. A garden, a trip to Europe, some major car repairs, medical treatment for his mama, maybe even here in the states and not in Chile, and so many more things. I am thankful that I have the possibility of dreaming these dreams, and the luck and blessing to have been born in the US.

I am thankful today.

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