Can gratefulness be measured?
Can a once-widowed woman’s appreciation for new love be compared to the joy of a late-blooming romance?
Can a woman whose quiver is full be any more grateful than a woman who finally gives birth to a long-awaited child?
Does having little make one more grateful for the little things than having much makes you grateful for the big things?
Is a little child in her innocence and delight more grateful than an adult in her boredom with too much stuff?
Are we more grateful if we count them, if we write them down, than if we just see them and give thanks?
Does a surprise generate more gratefulness than a long-anticipated gift?
Can gratefulness be measured with words? Can gratefulness be measured by time or by trouble?
Do we lessen gratefulness by trying to compare, to measure it?