Well, it’s not original but I thought I should do a post about what I’m thankful for. This morning was surprisingly difficult. I missed my dad a lot. Sadness washed over me and was almost impossible to shake off. This was our holiday. My dad loved Thanksgiving as much as I do. So much so that once, because he had been sick in November, we had a second Thanksgiving in March. God, I wish he was here.
Our table will have only five at it this year. But I am cooking all the same things, all the same amounts. I’m having Thanksgiving because we have so much to be thankful for.
I am Thankful for:
The “Mommy!” that wakes me up way too early every morning.
The man laying beside me when I get up way too early.
The coffee that helps me wake up, when I get up way too early.
The son who exceeds all of my dreams of having a child, and challenges me in ways I never thought I could meet.
The marriage that sustains me, makes me believe in love, and challenges me in ways I never thought I could meet.
The fairly-functional family who is partially broken, but mostly intact, which made me who I am… Good and bad. And is accepting of the way I change.
The beautiful, funny woman who co-raised me, is trying to get on with life, and taking painful steps to do so.
The amazing woman who raised my husband and did a most excellent job of it.
The incredible woman who married my brother, and became my true sister.
The wonderful children, our nieces and nephews, who we don’t see enough of.
The dog who greets me, tail wagging, every morning… Way too early.
The friends I have made, old and new. And some old AND new. They are amazing, loving, beautiful friends, and I am blessed to know them.
The neighbors who keep a watch, and have saved us from many parking tickets.
The roof over my head and the walls that hold up this house.
The lessons I learn that help me grow.
The laughter that I am lucky enough to experience daily.
The tears that help me heal.
The food I get to eat, the wine I get to drink, the choices I get to make.
I am mostly thankful for health and happiness and the fact that I am always acutely aware of their fragility.
And I am thankful I get to write, and for those of you who read what I write.
I am thankful for this beautiful life.
I am thankful.