Gratitude

This morning I was at a friend's beautiful home, visiting with her and her two little girls. As I drove away I found myself wishing for some of those same things in my life. And then . . .

1. every few kilometres I see a single bird perched on top of a light post. Hawks? Falcons? Too big for a crow and too dark for a gull
2. four dear friends come over to share a meal and laughter
3. my mother's cake recipe - a baking quest for Jennifer and I - turns out just a bit better than ever before