We started this tradition 4 years ago now. The little pieces of paper tossed in a bucket. Giving thanks. Making the thanks a habit. Each day inching towards Thanksgiving.
And then we keep the pieces in the bucket till the next year.
4 years ago, Adden was thankful for milk, sleep, orajel, singing, pacifiers, and cuddling. (He would have been almost 6 months- awww!!!!!) And clearly he was so verbal back then! Today he was thankful for baseball diamonds, his puppy (stuffed, that is), and his family.
Among the other old praises were good biopsy reports, clean water, good health, safety in traveling, jobs, Jesus, “Me the Bear”, and applesauce.
Today I am grateful. Grateful for a bucket. And for the years of praise treasured inside.
That I may make the voice of thanksgiving heard and may tell of all Your wondrous works. Psalm 26:7
God is always, ever good.