(From somewhere on Pinterest). I found the above "poster" on Pinterest awhile back. This morning, I don't know if it was the cool morning or the prospect of a good weekend that put pep in my step and a fullness, yet lightness, in my heart, but as the dog licked my had I realized that I have more than plenty to be thankful for, to be grateful for, to treasure. I am blessed. Not only do I have food in my fridge, clothes on my back, and a warm bed to sleep in at night...my cup over flows with family and friends (although not near) and experiences that I wouldn't trade. I may never see the castles in Ireland, but I've seen... the St. Louis Arch (even went to the top in the tiny elevator) the Golden Gate bridge (been across it in a 15 passenger rental van, can you say that??) the "Faces" a.k.a. Mt. Rushmore the Alamo both the Atlantic and the Pacific and the Gulf of Mexico (and the North Platte River, but who's counting?)...I've dippe
A Nebraskan, in Illinois, by way of Texas, with a passion for agriculture, an excitement for beef, a love of cooking, an appreciation for random, and a static sense of adventure.