I feel gratitude for the wonderful things in my life.

Two toothbrushes in the glass by the sink. Nobody writes that down, and yet a year of somebody's absence would make it the first thing you'd see every morning.

Wonderful covers more than the holiday and the promotion. It covers the ordinary infrastructure of a life, the parts that would take years to rebuild if they went.

Gratitude tends to skip to the large items because they're easier to name. The small durable ones repay attention better — the spare keys, the chair that's understood to be yours.