Happy Thanksgiving

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.

2 Responses to "Happy Thanksgiving"

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  1. Clara Tomaz

    November 22, 2012 at 7:51 am

    What a beautiful post, Laura!!!! Very insightful and moving!!
    I am very thankful for your blog that gives me access to your fabulous mind and perspective more often that I could talk to you in person!!! I am thankful for this specific post of yours that makes me feel my reasons for being a first generation immigrant might be acknowledged and appreciated by my offsprings one day!!
    Happy Thanksgiving!!

  2. Tiffany L

    November 29, 2012 at 7:32 am

    I know this is late but I’m thankful I let my husband talk me into that horrific lamaze class where I had to leave the room multiple times, but ended up meeting someone who would become one of my dearest friends. I am thankful for you.



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