I praise my spouse preparing our oatmeal with ripe rasberries.
I praise the sweetness of the purple grapes resting in a glass bowl.
I praise our cats snoring together in the forest green chair.
I praise the desire in our daughter’s voice as she conveys her story.
I praise our towering son cradling the orange tabby at the door.
I praise my spouse for baseball updates and Scrabble after dinner.
I praise the sparrows who scatter seeds from the feeder to the ground.
I praise the young possum who comes to scavenge the seeds.
I praise our acapella verse in “Softly and Tenderly Jesus Is Calling.”
I praise the flecked late-in-the day sunlight breaking through the trees.