Grateful

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.