Thankful

I love living in a small town. I love the fact that my husband and I cannot go anywhere without seeing someone we know, and when I meet someone new, we can usually pinpoint a mutual acquaintance.

I realized this anew yesterday as I drove from my job at the local symphony to the "downtown" area of our city. The term "downtown" should be taken lightly, since it really consists of just a couple of streets with locally owned hole-in-the wall coffee shops and boutiques. You can drive through "downtown" in about 20 seconds if the two lights happen to be green.

In our downtown, we have a library that is staffed by several incredibly helpful white haired ladies who will talk with you about the weather and religion if nobody else is in line. After parking, I discovered with delight that my meter had 37 minutes remaining. I was headed to the library because a book I ordered had come in (Chateau of Echoes by Siri Mitchell). It's one I've read before and would like to own, but I keep requesting it from the library every time I want to re-read it instead.

Now, looking out my window at the trees and the setting sun, I feel thankful. I am truly blessed. Can anyone relate?