Thankful

I am sitting here in Nicaragua, looking onto the street in front of the house. The sound of children playing in the street, the rumble of cars passing, the clopping of hooves on the cobblestone surround me and if I close my eyes I can faintly hear old men talking, brooms sweeping and babies crying. 

I breathe in the smells of nacatamales being cooked, the humidity in the air, the fresh fruit being sold in the market up the road. 

I feel the sun on my face as a cup of coffee is handed to me by my sweet husband, Tom. 

There are so many things that I wish for but today I am just thankful for eyes that can see the beauty of the world around me, the ears that hear life being lived, the ability to experience the world around me.