I’ve been trying to take a little bit of time each day to stop and breathe and reflect on the things I’m most thankful for in each given day. Some days my list is awfully long. And some days it’s just a scribble of peoples’ names. But I always try to include some of the mundane too. That feeling of a warm cup of coffee cupped in my hands; in the mug with no handle so it sits there just right. The way Marty’s lip puffs out every time he takes a breath when his head is tucked in all the way like an egg. The Christmas lights on the cacti in the gated yard down the street; the cacti with all the funny “noses” sticking out of them. Or for that little bit of rain that woke me up in the middle of the night, and then cooed me back to sleep
But on this morning, I knew what would top my list. It would be my husband easily agreeing to wake up early with me to go watch the sun rise over the beach before the work day started. He gave up his morning at the gym to, instead, spend it with me. One hand holding the other’s; the other clutching a travel mug of coffee. And the way the light reflected off the water got me thinking that all those people who say the west coast has the best sunsets, well … they’ve been fooled. Because oh, if they could only see the magic of the sun rising here, too…
Now, all my lists — terribly long or embarrassingly short — start with the same couple of words: I’m thankful that the sun woke up today, so that we all could, too.