As the complaints of the bitter cold circulate. I can only feel gratitude.
The furnace is working overtime. Yet it is working and there is ample oil in the tank.
The drafty windows feel a bit draftier. Yet a space heater keeps me company in my office.
There were complaints this morning about wearing jackets. Yet my children all have warm jackets that fit.
My van is 13 years old. Yet it started and took me safely to where I needed to go.
I skipped the drive through coffee. Yet enjoyed a steaming cup of tea that warmed my hands while I sat on the couch and watched the birds.
Soon the house will be bustling with teenaged energy. Yet we will share the warmth of a family meal.
The warmth of home. Gratitude.
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