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.