Irony alert: apologies in advance but I hope it can be taken as light humour...
Grateful for learning that the best thing about dating a hottie is that no matter how attractive you think they are, somebody somewhere is tired of their bullshit, and currently that person is you.
Which in turns leads to being grateful for the joy of nature, the sight of colourful bugs buzzing around the garden, the leaves fluttering in the summer breeze, and the eagle that crossed my path yesterday at about 10 meters. And the smiles of strangers.