There’s a joke about a woman walking her son along the beach when a big wave comes, crashes over them, and washes her son out to sea.
She looks up at the sky and she prays and begs God to return her little boy, and as the next wave washes up, the son is deposited right at her feet.
She looks down at the little boy, then she looks up at the sky, and she says “He had a hat…”
What’s funny about the joke is I think we all know people who, when something really good happens, find a way to criticize it or find something wrong with it.
I’m not so sure that I’m totally immune from that occasionally, either.
I think there are times when something good happens and I might look for the flaw in it. I am trying to get better at appreciating things that are really special when they happen to me and letting that sink in and really appreciating all of the goodness of that thing.