Grateful

Oh the luxury of it all. This morning I took great delight in being able to swing my legs (well, shuffle them) over the edge of a bed that was not inflated or tipsy and not worry about stepping on a sleeping teenaged girl and simply walk 10 steps on a flat, even surface to a toilet that doesn’t have a waste paper basket beside it filled with other people’s used toilet paper in it.

Thank you God for allowing me the privilege of being born into a Canadian family. I will not take that for granted ever again.