Gratitude is present in little things... This morning I made breakfast for my youngest daughter, the only one still at home. My wife made my coffee.
With a new knife sharpener, cutting the veggies for my morning eggs was slick and smooth - no fighting the dull edge of a knife anymore.
It's still dark before I get up - and quiet.
My schedule for the day is full, full, full.
For each I'm grateful.