As I sit in my chair at my computer in my home I do not have to call gratitude to me.
It pads up to me, barking and pawing for attention.
This weekend we had a wonderful time in Edmonton with our friends Bob and Sylvia. It was our Christmas celebration. With work schedules, holidays, and various commitments it's pretty common for us to have the holiday celebration in at least February. Some years it has been in March.
This does not matter.
What matters is we spend the time together. Food, presents, activities, are secondary. It is the time spent with those we love which matters.
Along with this I am also very grateful to be home in one piece.
The weather is winter at its finest: snow and wind and ice.
On the way to the city we hit a patch of black ice. Here's a link for those who've not had the pleasure of its acquaintance.
We spun and slid for several hundred metres. At one point we were in the oncoming lane, heading the right way for it, but sliding backward quickly.
Mike drove out of it and we were fine, grateful no one was within a few kilometres of us at the time.
On the way home on Highway 2 we saw at least one dozen vehicles in the ditch. Many had police tape around them. At least three had their wheels pointed heavenward.
We had a wonderful time. We are home.
I am grateful.
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