It hasn’t been easy to be thankful.
When Henry is upset, the easiest way to calm him is to take him outside. It was cold this morning, so instead of going out, I showed him the condensation on the screen door.
He loved it. He wiped the entire upper glass clear, then wanted to do the bottom. I snapped this photo accidentally, trying to get a video of him squeaking his fingers back and forth against the glass. eeeEEEeeeEEEeeeEEE.
I can be thankful for that squeaking. For that sense of wonder. For that small thing in the course of a difficult day. And for remembering it as I write here, too. Another small thing for which to give thanks.