Gratitude In the Last Best Place

If yesterday's snow was the first "real" snow, than today's snow is the first Arctic-doom-why-do-I-live-in-Montana-again snow.  I reminded myself of the fact that I chose to move to Montana many times during the hour and a half I spent shoveling this morning in the 10 degree Fahrenheit weather.  Brrr!

However, I am so glad to live here in the Last Best Place.  It occurs to me that, in spite of the sometimes punishing winters, I have much to be grateful for regarding my choice of location.  Because I live in Montana, I . . .
  • met and married the Best Husband Ever
  • landed in the coolest church community on the face of the earth
  • met amazing folks and learned to value their precious friendships
  • adopted three crazy/wonderful dogs
  • can climb up and down mountains without fear
  • learned how to deal with temperatures of -20*F in the day and -30*F (or lower) at night
  • traveled to Malaysia
  • have been stabbed in the hand with a pencil (really, this represents a good thing)
  • learned the value of an engine block heater
  • have become more self-aware
  • discovered that Montanans are Harry Potter lovers, too
  • was able to live in a place where I truly feel at home
Oh, and because of Montana I also learned how to hoop in the snow (mittens provided by Clare):

What are you grateful for about where you live right now?

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