After a good meal, it was time to go outside and feed Appa.
Appa is our Great Pyrenees “puppy”.
It’s hard to think of him as a puppy when he’s over a hundred pounds….but that’s what he is….a puppy.
The temperature outside was somewhere between chilly and perfect, and the sky was clear.
Appa was just distracted enough by his bowl of food to resist jumping up on me tonight….and that was nice.
It’s more than good.
It’s the place where the commonplace becomes close to perfect and I breathe it in and exhale a prayer of thankfulness.
I have a lot to be thankful for.
That’s something to tattoo on my soul.
I am thankful.