Thankful for warm feet

This time of year, my feet are often cold.  They get especially cold when I take off my socks to go to bed, and they can take a long time to rewarm under the covers.

In the morning, however, my feet are toasty warm.  It is the most delicious feeling, the feeling of dry, enveloping warmth running right through to the tips of my toes.  I'm thankful for my furnace, my bed, my soft cotton sheets, my blankets, and my husband, who is an excellent heat source.

I am thankful for the luxurious feeling of waking up with warm feet.