January usually requires a little extra effort to see the good in my life. There's a reason that December ends with festivals of lights. You need boosts of hope and good will in the darkest time of the year.
Tonight it wasn't difficult at all to feel gratitude and be aware of all the love in my life.
I came home three days this week to special packages - a belated Christmas present, a package of cookies, and a thank you letter with really kind words about my painting. How did I get so lucky? So tonight my heart is warm, and I'm watching a little Downton with Paul and our pups. So simple, so lovely, so homey.