I live in a beautiful place. I can see the Pacific Ocean from my home and can walk on the beach every day if I choose, and most days I do. I grew up in this town and have lived in my current home at the beach for 20 years. I have great neighbors who I consider family. I spend weekends riding my bike and meeting up with friends. I can even ride my bike to my grandson’s house. My sister Mare, who lives in Utah, bought a condo across the street and visits often. She has made my neighborhood even brighter.
I am out and about quite often, wearing my signature pigtails and baseball cap. Friends spot me on the pier, walking on the bike trail or on Main Street. If they don’t see me, I see them. It doesn’t matter if it’s been hours, days or weeks since I have seen them, the hugs and kisses are always warm and welcome.
Today I am grateful for my little neighborhood, my hometown and the wonderful friends who spy me and take the time to smile, say hello and make me feel loved.
Dang . . . I’m lucky
ps . . . and the gratitude continues