Some of the Things I am Grateful For

My husband.

Our children.

The people they married.

Their children.

The children they will have some day.

The children they will never have.

Our bonus boy.

Shingles that hold.

Good socks.

Shoes that lace up tight.

Old friends.

New friends.

The voice on the phone when service comes back.

Text messages.

DMs.

Chain saws.

Flashlights that work.

Hot tea.

Diet Coke with ice and a straw.

Peanut butter cookies.

Our Governor.

Buff-clad Guardsmen seeing things I cannot see.

Doctors.

Nurses.

Helicopter pilots.

Truck drivers.

Giant blue tarps.

Chain saws.

Cases of water on a dark street corner.

Bobcats, driven by people we have never met.

Foundations that hold.

Music.

Infrastructure strong enough to keep going.

Police.

Firefighters.

EMS.

People in work boots.

Hands in work gloves.

Sunshine the day after.

A waving Santa.

Linemen.

My husband.

Our children.

Churches.

Food trucks.

Tears.

Laughter.

Inside jokes.

Outside voices.

Local weathermen who stay the course.

Local radio who walk it with us.

No politics.

True love.

Neighbors.

Trees.

Grief.

Joy.

Memories.

Waking up.

Going to sleep.

Linemen.

Generators.

Chain saws.

FEMA.

Churches.

The paper boy.

Stories of people I know doing work that matters.

Old people.

Babies.

Memories.

Trees.

Memories.

Trees.

Memories.

Tomorrow.