i am grateful for good sense...
the sense of smell....
homemade wheat bread while it's baking
wet dirt and concrete just after the rain begins
freshly bathed babies
sweaty 10 year old boys
puppy breath
the sense of sound...
the words, i love you...even when they're not directed at me
my children talking to each other
when steve gets the giggles and can't stop
steaming hot water running in the tub when i know it's for me
a really good thunderstorm
the sense of sight...
a newborn
steven's face
the first glimpse of ocean as we head up the 805 towards san clemente each summer
old people holding hands
the smiles on my kids' faces when they're really pleased with themselves
the sense of taste...
cookie dough
a kiss
pizza and diet coke
chocolate on about day 29
success
the sense of touch...
warm sand
a really good foot rub
steven's hand at the small of my back
when my kids give me one of those good and long, really tight i-love-you-so-much hugs, instead of the quick luv-ya-gotta-run brush-ups
that soft spot on my mothers chest just below her collar bone
and all those other, much needed, sixth, seventh & eigth senses...
i am grateful for a sense of humor and the good sense to use it when things are at their absolute, least humorous. i am grateful for the good sense to speak up when appropriate. i'm even more grateful for the good sense to sometimes just keep my mouth shut. i'm grateful for the sense to know there are many who are so much wiser than me. and i'm especially grateful to have just enough sense left to know it. i am grateful to still possess that sense of wonder requisite for recognizing the rich and abundent life i have been so blessed to lead.
and while a sense of style isn't really my thing...i do have the sense to appreciate it in others. i even have it on my list of things to develop in this life time. yep! it's right up there with organizational skills and plate spinning.
