The wood crib is full of split oak and hickory, there's a warm fire in the fireplace and the chili

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7. Beautiful sentiment.

I have, for the most part, always felt like this throughout my life even when I was a child. I would read stories about young girls my age who had tough lives (think Little House on the Prairie or anything by Dickens) and feel so grateful for whatever I had, which as a child, wasn't much. I've often wondered if I was just born that way or if I learned it at home or both? We were a very large family and very poor but my parents instilled gratitude in us somehow. I was married to a man who had no sense of gratitude whatsoever yet he had so much more than I did growing up. Nothing was ever enough for him. I truly feel sorry for people who can't just appreciate the simple things in life.