Here I go shopping with my baby and my list.
Hope I get home again before a nap is missed.
Longing for a special task like buying clothes or drinks.
But pretty soon I realize that my attitude kind of stinks.
The food is fresh and plenty, an abundance I can afford.
Colours, scents and flavours, I am no longer bored.
I pull up to the checkout and the cashier begins to smile.
“Oh what a beautiful baby!” She gushes for a while.
My heart is lifted higher
as I see the mighty power
of Thanksgiving in every task
be it fabulous or small.
Maybe grocery shopping can be glorious afterall!