“Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.”
~Edward Sandford Martin
On Thursday we celebrate our uniquely American Thanksgiving holiday. I relish everything about this week: the preparation, the company of loved ones, the warmth and familiarity of my home, all of it based in love.
At the beginning of this month I took a hard look at myself. I simply wasn’t happy with where I was. In my attempt to get back in touch with my passions and the things that matter, it was only fitting that I chose to focus on being grateful. This works every time, reminding me of how beautiful my life really is, despite everything I have been fighting against.
There are so many things, things so wonderful that words actually fail to express the lengths of my gratitude for them.
Family. My pups. Holding hands. Rain. The roof over my head. The positive balance in my bank account, no matter how small. Coffee dates with Mom. Chocolate cake. Second chances. Memories. Well timed compliments. Movies that make me laugh every time. Sunsets. Cozy beds. How my husband is that perfect blend of soft and masculine, and how one side of his personality emerges when I need it most.
Strength. Grace. The simple act of putting one foot in front of the other.
Breath in me.
Knowing that I am still here.
Despite everything, pain and uncertainty, and the heavy veil of illness, I have been so rich in good fortune. Most of all I have been so rich in love. The greatest gift is having the presence of mind to know it. And I do. I really, really do.
I wish everyone a beautiful week.