Thanks A Million
In the midst of 20,000 other clichéd Thanksgiving sentiments you will, no doubt, be privy to today and tomorrow, I just wanted to throw mine in the ring, as well. Let’s start with the basics…family, food, shelter, good health, cars that run (especially since they’ve been to the mechanic, to the tune of $1,000!) and jobs that provide. These things don’t need much explanation.
It’s the more obscure things that come to mind, when I think of what Thanksgiving means to me. The way the baby smells after being freshly bathed. Seeing Big Sister snuggled up on the couch with her brother. The sight of Hubby walking in the door from a long day at the office, with his million dollar smile. The way the house smells while the sweet potatoes, turkey and dressing are baking in the oven. By the way, I just pulled a Paula Deen and took a couple of big bites of dressing from the middle of the pan and then filled in the hole. No one will notice, right?
Am thankful that I can call my siblings and mother tomorrow, and hear their voices on the phone. Am thankful for my friends, who become your family when you need them to be. Am thankful for opportunities, new horizons and hope that never ceases. Am thankful to live in a country where I can say I am thankful for my faith, and although you may not share my sentiment, you will respect me (I hope).
Thankful for people who take the time out of their busy lives to read my humble postings, and even better, comment on them. I do not take it lightly that you actually stop what you are doing and read the words that I have written. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.
And lastly, I am thankful for 24 hours of solitude & rest, courtesy of my husband and in-laws. I think they are finally grasping the concept of “If Mama Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy!” And now, I’m going to kick back with my glass of wine and watch Valley Girl for the hundredth, millionth time.
Happy Thanksgiving, Fer Sure!