Here it is, the morn of Thanksgiving, and I feel like I should write something about thankfulness.
I'll admit, I've not been in a very thankful mood lately, so it's a bit difficult to wrap my mind around the concept, but I'll give it a whirl.
I think, when the big things go wrong, one has to remember the little things.
Here are some little things, in no particular order:
A hot cup of coffee in the morning.
Slapping on a CD of old, familiar tunes (today, I like this one):
Watching a Modern Family episode, and always welling up at the end.
Waking up to see my dog stretched out on her back in the middle of the night, paws up in the air, serene. (I don't actually have a photo of this!)
Expressing creativity with $0.00.
My cat curled up next to me on the bed.
Talking to God.
Finding a book that's so good, you think about it even when you're not reading it. I recommend this one:
A good friend. (That comes before all that other stuff; just so you know!)
Last, but MOST, my husband.
(He doesn't like the publicity.)
I don't really know what to write about my husband that wouldn't sound cliche and superficial.
I guess what I would say is, he's my best friend (really), and he takes care of me. And I take care of him. And he's really smart and really creative. And life hasn't exactly been fair to him, but I was just going to go with the "thankful" stuff today, so disregard that last part. (Besides, who said life was fair?)
So, thankfulness isn't really that difficult after all.
There is a definite dearth of good Thanksgiving songs. I'm not really interested in hearing about a turkey, if you know what I mean. So, every year, I come back to this one.
