“Thanks!”
The orange-shirted guy who had just drained the Starbucks drive thru of standing water helfted his pump into the back of his pickup. I was glad not to drive through the little lake anymore, so I hollered out the window.
The man glanced my way. “You’re welcome.” He got in his truck and grabbed something hot from the drive thru window.
Then I thought about the white-headed man sitting beside me. “Thank you for loving me, and for introducing me to Jesus.”
My sweet hubs has a hard time with compliments, so he responded, “Thank you for changing my life.” That’s okay, I guess I’m a little slow at accepting compliments, too.
At home, I put a few more prunings and leaves in the green can before the garbage men show up. My daughter is taking off from next door, and she stops to talk. Thank you, Daughter. I love to catch up. I have a thought. Maybe some hot coffee for the garbage guy. I’ll have to time that just right.
The beginning of a day. I need to keep my eyes open for more gratitude opportunities.
