From everybody here at the gratitude-a-thon (meaning, me, here at the gratitude-a-thon), I hope by now you have that holiday feeling of goodwill toward even the most awful man (I do not have it toward a certain lying someone, but if you do, you’re a better person than I am and booyah for you).

I am most grateful for the tiniest of occurrences these days. A pink sky dappled with cloud waves, an extra blanket, a text from my kids, my husband telling me I am his best friend. I am moved by the fragility of a flower, my ability to breathe in and out and calm myself down, bread pudding.

And I am grateful to you, if you sometimes hop by and read what’s happening over here in my cray cray brain. I wish you and your family and friends the most, best holiday ever. xoxo