We sit around the table amidst the morning breakfast mess: hot bowls of oatmeal, spilled milk, crumpled napkins. "So what are you thankful for today," I ask the kids, spooning a mouthful of my own oatmeal, sprinkled with brown sugar and cranberries.
"Legos!" one son shouts, waving a spoon into the air like a salute.
"Getting to go to the zoo this week," another son chimes in.
"My sweet baby sister," my daughter adds.
This is part of our morning breakfast routine, going around the table saying one thing we're thankful for before our day starts.
I'm not sure how it started, perhaps it was after I read Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts? Or when I started recording my own daily list of gratitude?