This
is a season of gratitude. Of Thanksgiving. We are encouraged to be aware of
what we have. Instead of what we don’t.
First,
I am grateful for my family. We are literally spread from one end of the country
to the other. I wish this wasn’t the case but it is. So I live with it.
FaceTime, texting and email are wonderful things. Perhaps if we were all in one
place, as it was when we were, and they were growing up, we would take one
another for granted. I doubt it.
I’m
grateful for my friends. Those that I have lost and those still here. What a
comfort friendship is. It can be like family, actually is family, if you don’t have one. My best friend has been someone I
can count on. She has helped me through dark times and even bailed water out of
my basement while wearing a Chanel suit. She has made me laugh until I cry. Indispensable.
I am
grateful for my home. It’s privacy, warmth and comfort sustain me. I don’t need
house beautiful and I certainly don’t have it. We are furnished with Early
Attic and Late Basement; we love to say. It’s home. Enough said. But I like it
best when it’s full of family.
I am
grateful for my new dog, a one-year-old rescue, for starting to fill the hole
left by our fifteen-year-old Golden we lost three years ago. He’s a challenge
and about to put me to bed, but still, it’s good.
Last
but not least, I am grateful for the man I married. No one said it would be
easy, we are very different people. If I could go back and choose someone else,
I wouldn’t. He’s not perfect and goddess knows I’m not, but he is perfect for
me.
Sometimes
watching the news or seeing the tragedies around us every day is debilitating.
It’s important to not ignore the bad but remember the good.
