It's nearly midnight. The end to a long day. I struggled all day to find time to stop and write a thankful post and now, 20 minutes before midnight, I struggle to find inspiration. Oh, of course, I am thankful. For my kids, my husband, my friends, my home - I could sit here listing all night long listing the ways I am blessed- but I had hoped to find something deeper. Or at least something funny. Something profoundly specific to this day in my life. That was the point wasn't it, to stop each day and take notice.
But here, at midnight, I can only notice that my eyes are heavy and my brain is mush. And I am thankful for my bed, and my down comforter, and the knowledge that, right now, sleep is much more important than profundities.