Simple things

You know, nothing like being away from home for a while to make you realize how pleasant things really are when you get home. Simple things, like having a big, cold glass of milk with a good dinner. Snuggling with Andrew. Watching TV on your own couch with your big blanket. Sometimes I get frustrated because I think my life is "boring" and that I have nothing of note to "show off." But coming home makes you realize what all you do have. And maybe it's not "big" and "flashy" but it's comforting, and warm, and dry. My life may not go the way I had planned out when I was young, but I have more to be thankful for than I will ever get around to actually giving thanks for.