these things
the sssss of a lit match right before it touches a candle wick.
the pop of a cork from sparkling wine.
the comforting familiarness of Take Five by the Dave Brubeck Quartet. (you might not know it by name, but you know it.)
the coffee maker dropping hot water over ground beans.
the robin dancing out my window, making certain I saw the frolic.
our six year old running upstairs while we do dishes and vacuum, just to give us the football scores. “you should’ve seen the catch Green Bay made!”
endless inside jokes with my husband, origins going back so far it seems a longer history than 17 years.
stacks of unlistened to voxers from my sister, voice messages from friends, just waiting for me to have a quiet moment in the car to listen to.
when I finish an excellent book and realize it’s just the first of a series.
for dreams and visions and signs and wonders and blue herons who show up at mysterious times. a deep breath. that life goes on.
for these things, I give thanks.