I read an article about ways to expand the impact of blessings. One suggestion was to share your story with someone. When John and I get together with mentor couples we invite them to tell us one thing they really appreciate about their partner. I don't really understand physics but I feel certain that the happiness quotient expands exponentially when they simply retell it. First they hunt. Then they remember. Next they articulate it, and the gratitude swells like that foam insulation between plasterboard and the outside walls. It keeps you warm in a cold snap.

Taking a mental photograph is a skill. The other day I was with a group of moms who were relieved for a few minutes of reprieve while their children played nearby. Two little boys were passing the same toy back and forth, and I interrupted the conversation to draw the mother's attention to it. 

"See how sweet they are being?" Mothering can be an intense marathon of refereeing and catch up, which tends to camouflage the adorable moments. It takes effort to notice the absence of crying or squawking.

Celebrating your own success can get a bad rap. But then again it is a check point for gratitude. In sewing class, whenever a child finishes a doll dress or a pillow, we all pause to clap. It only takes a moment but it is like our own awards ceremony with no losers. One time I forgot and a little girl whispered in my ear. 

"Mrs. Lori, you forgot to clap." Immediately we all stopped mid pinning and threw our hands together. She smiled. 

Every night in our prayers the twins and I take a moment to give thanks. We do a brief review of the day and name the safe travels, or kind gestures, playful exchanges and yummy desserts. Who says you can't have your cake and be grateful too?