Today, a big chunk of my gratitude is found in the huge foot next to mine. It belongs to my little girl, who is not so little any more. (And neither are her feet.) But she, who could be anywhere else, is right next to me learning about using her singing voice. Listening. Trying. Randomly enjoying. Randomly trying. Randomly speaking. Singing. Playing.
And all the while the foot on my thigh and the foot on the table.
I am ever so grateful.