So, John and I started something a couple of years ago, but it’s morphed a little bit since the new year, I think. Before starting to eat, we would sometimes have a toast with a glass of wine, or champagne, or beer (for him). And there is nothing so unusual about this I would say…people have all sorts of customs and rituals before a meal begins. But what I have noticed is that our toasting now is a bit different. In fact, it feels like everything coming out of our mouths is coming from a place of gratitude. And it could be anything…anything at all. And I think that likely if someone else was listening in…the things they might hear could sound small or insignificant. But (of course) our reality says something very different because it’s ours…and it’s meaningful to us…and it feels good…and it brings us closer together after being apart for the day. πŸ™‚



I love how it’s morphed and changed! I love hearing a little detail of his day that made him feel good! And I equally love sharing something happy from my day in return! There is just SO much that we can be and feel grateful for each and every day in our lives. And I know that some days we might need to look a little bit harder! But I truly believe that we are in a better place both mentally and physically when we can truly appreciate those (perhaps) little things in our lives that bring a smile to our face. πŸ™‚



So I say let’s raise a glass and give a toast of gratitude for those things big and small in our lives. A toast to the things that make us smile inside and out.Β  And a toast to the things and the people that make us feel happy, and proud, and warm, and heard, and respected, and cared about, and loved! πŸ™‚



“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”  Robert Brault


β€œPiglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.”  A.A. Milne


β€œLet us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”  Marcel Proust





Joy & Love,

Goddess Mandy πŸ™‚ XO