Sanks A Lot

I am a worker.  I was raised working my parents' small pharmacy growing up.  My momma taught me the value of good manners, especially in a retail business.  Learning to say "thank you" was not a choice.  When my oldest daughter was learning to talk, her first words were "tan to," for thank you.  As her articulation skills improved it became "sanks."

My daughter is now in elementary school.  But, my husband and I still say "sanks."  I makes us happy. He even had a co-worker who picked up saying it!

Writing a blog is something I have wanted to do for some time now. I didn't know what my blog would be about.  Even as I registered to start the blog site up, I wasn't sure of its subject matter.  I am now.  I want to write about living a life filled with "sanks."  Life with gratitude.

So, until I get my wits about me regarding writing, I think I will write a daily note about something I am grateful for.

5/19/13
I am grateful for chubby baby legs.  I teach the babies in Sunday school at church with a sweet friend, Mandy.  We love babies.  Especially fat ones.  The ones with fat rolls on fat rolls.  The ones who are so chubby they have fat rolls on their writs.  You know the ones.

One chubby baby we have has the squishiest legs you've ever seen.  So sweet.  I just love squeezing those fat tights.

My grandma, Ethel, had strangely strong hands.  She loved babies too.  Her favorite thing was squeezing a fat baby's tights to tickle the unsuspecting child.  She'd say "horsey bites an apple."  So I do the same.

My husband swears I have the most random thought process ever.  Fat chubby legs remind me of "horsey bites an apple" which makes me think of Grandma Ethel.

For that I am grateful for chubby baby legs.