I shut my book signaling I was ready to close my eyes for the night. Tom turned toward me to say the last few words before we drifted into subconscious. Usually we talk of spiritual things, triumphs, goals, or daily resolutions to misunderstandings. Tonight I felt depressed, maybe I wanted to fight with him over nothing really, just fight to make sure I was still alive.
Realizing my state of mind and instead of saying anything negative, I said, "I'm a wet blanket tonight." He started laughing, which made me laugh and I shifted my mind upward out of the dark oblivion it was heading.
Although it seems like a small thing, I'm grateful for warm, soft blankets. Not wet ones, awkward, cold, and anything but comfortable. My daughter is sleeping on the couch tonight because she saw a spider in her room. (She's 11 and I guess she hasn't reasoned that spiders crawl on couches too.) She took my favorite blanket. It's tan and microfiber and soft and it matches my decor.
The pink blanket above was tucked away in the closet. I love the pink microfiber blanket, but it's pink and goes against the color scheme in the master bedroom. Tonight when I opened the cupboard above the closet and unzipped the plastic around this blanket I felt gratitude that I have multiple soft, warm, comfortable blankets.
Some people don't even have one nice, soft blanket. As I rested my head on the pillow and smiled my prayer of thanks, I realized how blessed I am to sleep in a soft bed with soft blankets and soft pillows. Sigh!
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