Thanksgiving is coming and we’re spending the day with family, which means plenty of food and plenty of fun. It will be a day when we take a moment from daily routines to simply be together, to enjoy the smallest yet grandest of treasures. A smile, a hug, a quiet talk. And with Thanksgiving on the way, I’m reminded of a gratitude challenge some of us did a while back on Facebook.
I found the file of my posts, written a year ago. Seven days of sharing three things each day for which I was thankful. Maybe you did the challenge, too. Or maybe you keep a Gratitude Journal. The posts are as true today as the day I first wrote them. How grateful I am for
a husband who is loving and kind; whose loyalty, trust, integrity, character, and opinion I value. Who makes me laugh. Who is strong and comforts me when the world is harsh. And makes chocolate turtles.
parents who taught me the love of reading and the value of hard work; who gave me love, structure, and a stable home. Who sacrificed for my sister and me. And taught me to ride a bicycle.
immediate and extended family; the birthdays, holidays, graduations, and weddings we celebrate; the comfort and support we give each other during difficult times; the laughter we have together. And the desserts.
close, close friends who share and listen over coffee or lunch or dinner or in an email; who are always there, no matter what, to support, laugh, lend a hand.
internet friends who broaden my world, make me “lol,” touch my heart, and post those intriguing little quizzes.
a community of fellow writers who inspire, encourage, teach by example, and share their talents.
the women who have come before me – the risk takers, the innovators, the challengers who brought about change – upon whose shoulders I stand, who found their voices so I could find mine, and for the young women who are finding their voices today.
beautiful mornings, as the last remnants of night make way for the sun.
my morning walk and friends I make along the way.
a baby’s smile.
a friend’s hug.
the velvety soft petals of the rose blooming in the courtyard.
the arts – writers, playwrights, screenwriters, artists, poets, musicians, dancers – who touch us with our own humanity; who depict and reflect our world; who cause us to think about our lives, values, beliefs, joys, and sorrows.
laughter that fills a room or a small giggle with a friend that renews the spirit and makes everything all right.
quiet moments when I listen and hear what I think.
the rule of law; freedom of speech, press, and religion; the right to vote; the beliefs and values that keep us a democracy; our military and their sacrifices.
advances in science, technology, and communications which enhance our lives.
the medical professionals who treat us with care, skill, and compassion.
for those who share their joys and sorrows. I know I’m not alone.
for a body and mind that allows me to feel and think, to know emotion and ideas.
for the mysteries of our universe that fill me with wonder.
Thank you. I’m grateful. And there’s no expiration date.
This is truly a time to be filled with gratitude. And to know we live in a country where all of this is possible. I wish you the Happiest of Thanksgivings. May your cup overflow.
Today, too, is a time for prayer for our world. For Paris.