thankful

This is cheesy, but I don’t care.

In no particular order. . . .

And in color. . . because it makes me happy.

I have parents who love me well. They ‘made’ me say what I was thankful for every year growing up. I’m happy they did that (even if my answers were lame).

I actually think working on Black Friday is fun (which is a gooood thing.)

We have a new (to us) home and it is slowly growing to feel more like home.

Christmas is coming. It’s great.

I have a husband whom I love and genuinely like being married to.

After nearly 2 years in Wichita, I finally feel like this city is becoming home-ish.

I have two dogs who are a handful, but love me unconditionally & bark to scare off ‘bad guys’ when I hear weird noises.

Blogs. They’re kind of like the best thing ever.

God not only knows my heart and loves me anyways, but he invites me to join him in his work.

There’s this thing . . . it’s called ice cream.

I have a job (when a lot of people don’t) that I enjoy more days than I don’t.

Jonathan let me paint the dinning room orange even though he hates it.

That paint comes off of wood floors and out of denim.

For friends who love like sisters.

Porch furniture and a ceiling fan to keep the mosquitoes away.

My husband does the laundry because I HATE it.

Life isn’t boring. God pushes and challenges me out of my comfort zones so I keep growing. I like that.

I haven’t had a migraine in 2 weeks.

This list isn’t complete, but it is what is on my mind tonight. What are you thankful for? Be cheesy. It's fun.