gratitude Sunday

We are sicker than sick on this day of gratitude.  The kitchen is a cluttered and unclean mess.  The boy lays low in his tent, entertained by the screen.  I'm under an afghan, nursing an earache, waiting to feel better.  And we are home.  That feels so good to me in a way that all this gooey achey irritating illness cannot touch.  Our home.  A tiny apartment that holds all of our worldly possessions and we're in it, held by it, resting and relating to each other in our home.  I am grateful.