I am thankful,

For the wife who says it’s hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.

For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me and not out at the bars.

For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes,
Because it means she is at home, not on the streets.

For the taxes I pay,
Because it means I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party,
Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes that fit alittle too snug,
Because it means I have enough to eat.

For the shadow that watches me work,
Because it means I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that need mowing,
Windows that need cleaning,
And gutters that need fixing,
Because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining I hear about the government,
Because it means we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
Because it means I am capable of walking and I’ve been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill,
Because it means I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church who sings off key,
Because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing,
Because it means I have clothes to wear.

For the weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,
Because it means I have been capable of working hard.

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
Because it means I am alive.