It’s the little things.  Like coffee.  A soft pillow at night.  The surprise danish dropped off by a neighbor.

And warm slippers.

This sounds rather foolish, perhaps, but in the dead of winter sliding my feet into snug boot slippers makes me sigh in contentment.  Warm…cozy…like a foot hug on a chilly day.

I’m sure this might strike some as slightly ridiculous, to be grateful for slippers.  But then I think about how I might feel if I didn’t have them.  To be cold but unable to reach into a drawer for another pair of socks.  To shiver without a warm sweatshirt to bundle into.

To be able to slip icy feet into soft fleece?  It’s a gratitude, indeed.


My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.