Dear Love Letter

Today I’m struggling to want to write a Love Letter. I’ve been struggling a bit these last few days and am noticing that I must fake it for a bit. Not exactly fake it, just push through all the ways I am not grateful to find something. Of course, I know there are thousands of things —-so I’ll just list a few: my hair when it is up looks kind of cute, my long telephone cords get me to move about the house and still e on a landline, having an enormously comfortable bed, having a sweatshirt that I love to wear on the inside: warm enough and big enough to flow and not grab at me, enough homemade skin cream to last another two weeks or so, a wonderful farmer having a sale on butter, having two incense scents that I actually like, a crafting table, a house that I got to design and build, most everything in here is just what I wanted, having neat filing systems in my office, and I’ll end with the perfect socks, warm enough to walk around the house in and have just the right thickness. Dear Daily Love letters: see how important you are. I literally could go on and on, and now I am remembering how much I have to be grateful for!