gratitudes . . .
for memories that are rich and beautiful, for him and the great father he is to our kids, for a beautiful evening full of sunshine, for ease and acceptance and kind conversations, for the text messages and phone calls that let him know he is loved and appreciated, for the fresh herbs that fill the pots on our deck, for clean sheets and the smell of mint, for enjoying all the moments of the day, for the new kitchen compost bucket, for high fives from Basil and an arm full of flowers picked from the yard. . .