Today I am thankful for Chinese food.
OK, not really for the food itself, or even the fact that it was some semblance of what passes as Chinese in a South Omaha restaurant kind of way. I'm thankful that my husband called and said, "Hey, do you want to have Chinese food for lunch?" And then he came and picked me up. And we went for Chinese. We got to talk. We got to be alone. If only for 20 minutes. But it was just us. No pretense. No expectations. Just lunch.
And that is what we needed.
For this blessing, I am grateful and indebted.
Praise be to God!
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