It is enough

I want to grow in gratefulness. The comfort of my family near to me, I surely take for granted. I am cocooned in their love, though I have done nothing to deserve it. They just do. I hear a rustle in the far corner of the house, maybe the garage. It is full of assurance that they are there with me. But one day the rustle may be silent, alone. I want to remember the rustle of today, and be grateful. I am loved.

...behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age. Mt. 28:20