143. The finch feeder my sister gave me for Christmas, and the new friends it has brought to our back deck.
144. Three children who've all taken to writing poems in recent months.
145. Like this one.
146. Resisting the urge to scold her for writing that poem in church when she should have been paying attention. Maybe her attention is better focused than mine.
147. Getting to the point in a book where you can't put it down, so you spend the next couple of hours reading.
148. Shocking everyone by sitting in a different pew in church.
149. Big sister fixing little sister's hair.
150. Simple meals that bring big smiles.
151. These pens. Is it goofy to be so attached to a particular brand of pen? Nothing else feels right to me. : )
152. That no one else in my family seems to like my pens, so they don't get stolen like my pencils do. : )
153. Muddy boots left by the back door, because at least they had fun outside.
154. Younger brother passing up older sister in weight. Give him another couple of months, and it will be height too.
155. The joy my husband gets from competing in his office's annual chili cook-off.
156. That his chili is so hot I am forced to drink my 8 glasses of water for the day just to finish the bowl.
157. The distant sound of trains humming through the night.
158. A late night snack of chips and guacamole.
159. Washed down with a cold pop. Can you tell it was the last night before my diet started? ; )
Oh, yes, my life is definitely richer because of these smaller gifts. And the more I reflect on His smaller gifts, the more content I am, and I'm less likely to be wondering (worrying) about the bigger things in life.