Practice being thankful each day
The blues ain’t nothin’ but a lonesome man down somewhere in a deep pit, a battered guitar in his hands and a long-gone lover in his heart.
Woman, wife, lover, friend — you are all of these things to me, and more. As the soft moonlight sifting in through open windows falls full upon your calm, sleeping beauty, I lie quietly beside you there for a while, listening to your measured breathing and sensing the strongest heartbeat that keeps you with me, day after precious day. During such moments, I silently thank my God for you —and marvel at the divine wisdom that placed just a wee bit of heaven in my grasp for a little time.