My son sent a photo of their first big snow in northern Minnesota. I am grateful that I no longer live "up nord, hey."
Now that I am mostly recovered from my many-months journey through sciatica, I see that one big lesson is not taking things for granted. The first thing in this category is walking normally without cane, limp or imbalance. Next is how well my husband took care of me and our household while I couldn't do much. I appreciate those in my pickleball group who kept playing and "kept the doors open" while I was on the "injured list." I am grateful to be able to sleep comfortably in bed, to be able to go up and down stairs without holding onto something, to be able to walk Barney. I am hugely thankful for whatever sustained my "hope in the face of fear," because, trust me, pain at the level I experienced is terrifying.
Grateful, thankful, appreciative,
Leta
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| My lifesaver angel, otherwise known as Barney |

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