I am thankful for my son's laughter which makes me happy beyond belief. I am grateful that motherhood is like a shoe made from real leather; something that you worm your way into slowly, until it fits, even though the process is sometimes painful.
I am thankful for the concoction of extraordinary elements that constitute Loch Leven: fresh air and vivid blue waters from the tap in the sky, framed by solemn braes with highland coos and other beasties frolicking about.
I am grateful for people who are kind without trying to be, for strangers who change your flat tyre without making you feel like an idiot, and for living in a village where niceness is not a cliche.
I am thankful for this breath, in this moment.
