Lights out, and I brush a good-night kiss across Anna’s forehead as she wraps arms tightly around my neck.
“You’re so sweet, Anna. You give the best hugs EVER,” I whisper, then wait for her signature response. It’s never thank you. Never.
It’s always this: “You’re welcome.”
The four-year-old senses the unspoken “thank you,” and the deep gratitude I have for who she is. She hears “thank you” without my ever uttering the words. So she always responds, “You’re welcome.”
Today, I offer a picture collage of gratitude for the Giver of all Gifts.
Fourteen memories. Fourteen photographed blessings of spring. Fourteen ways to say “thank you” without ever uttering the words.
I can hear His holy “You’re welcome” in my spirit. May He sense my deepest thanks in His.