Here is a snippet from last week's short story...
“The Grateful Crumbs”
The Johnsons didn’t have much—just a squeaky old table, mismatched plates, and enough spaghetti to go around if no one got greedy.
But every night, before forks hit plates, they paused.
Each person shared one thing they were grateful for.
Sometimes it was big: “Dad got a job interview!”
Sometimes tiny: “The dog didn’t eat my homework.”
Sometimes downright weird: “I'm grateful my burp didn’t smell.”
But over time, something magical happened.
Their house, though small, felt huge with love.
Their laughter echoed louder than any fancy home theater.
And those spaghetti nights became sacred—a reminder that life’s richest moments don’t come from what you have, but what you notice.
Even the crumbs seemed holy.
And so, with sauce-stained grins and warm hearts, the Johnsons feasted on food... and gratitude.
What “Grateful Crumbs” have been your place to turn to feel love and gratitude?