Our blessings are as numerous as stars in the sky or flowers in the urban field.
Especially this week, as we wait for three of our beloved ones to land.
They are crossing a cold sea and braving the perils of Heathrow as I type.
Without our beloved ones, we would only be wandering stars or flowers lost in the urban field.
As any sufficiently lapsed Lutheran will tell you, it pays to count your blessings.
We welcome them in out of the cold swim with open arms: Grandma, Uncle Rice, and Auntie A.
