Because she is home with me and not out with someone else.

For the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato

Because he is home with me and not out at the bars.

For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes

Because that means she is at home, not on the streets.

For the taxes I pay

Because it means I am employed.

For the mess to clean after a party

Because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes that fit a little too snug

Because it means I have enough to eat.

For my shadow that watches me work

Because it means I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and the gutters that need fixing

Because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining I hear about the government

Because it means we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot

Because it means I am capable of walking and I have been blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill

Because it means I am warm.

For the lady behind me in church who sings off key

Because it means I can hear.

For the pile of laundry and ironing

Because it means I have clothes to wear.

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day

Because it means I have been capable of working hard.

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours

Because it means I am alive.

And finally, for too much e-mail

Because it means I have friends who are thinking of me.

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