This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for much. I am happy and healthy. I have work that I love, a small but close family, and devoted friends. Life is full!
When we moved into this rental house and I was having a teeny tiny coping problem, I wish I would have thought of keeping a gratitude journal – not your typical gratitude journal, but a Home Gratitude Journal. I wish I would have made lists of what I was thankful for about the house.
Today, I am thankful for my grandparents and our Thanksgivings at the lake, the fire burning in the fireplace and a goose and turkey and everything else you can imagine that was left over from Grandpa’s grocery store on the table. I am thankful for all my ancestors, going way back, who abandoned their cozy homes and fireplaces, whether in Sweden or Norway or Ireland or England or the Netherlands. What amazing courage! I am so grateful for them. When my ancestors sailed from England in 1630, who knew what kind of home they would have in America? Thanks to their courage, my family and I have the privilege of living in the greatest nation on earth.
I am thankful for you, my readers, who support and encourage me on my own journey. I hope that what I write gives you courage on your own path. Because, as long as we have a roof over our heads, and a cozy place to come home to on a cold night, family and friends to pick us up when we fall down, we can make it. And for that, we are thankful.