A little ditty bubbled up as I dressed Asa this morning. It made him smile, and I kept singing it as I made our breakfast. By the time, I got into the car to drive to work, I was interested to discover how it might work with the blessings. Not bad, but probably not worth repeating.
The ditty moved at a fast tempo so I had plenty of time left to see what else was there, and what emerged with a long list of all the ways I am blessed.
I am so blessed by the trees and their leaves.
I am so blessed by my sons' smiles.
I am so blessed by songs that burst forth.