On giving thanks
It’s 9:30am on Thanksgiving morning, 2012. I sit in the kitchen while my father is getting much need rest and my mother is getting much needed circulars detailing Black Friday deals. I have just finished a bowl of Cream of Wheat (a childhood favorite and such a holiday treat), and I sip coffee out of an Allen Farm Sheep & Wool Company mug. The mug is green, my favorite of the colors the mug is offered in. My boyfriend is at his mother’s house, where he spent all of Wednesday prepping a meal for a queen. My friends are celebrating with their loved ones as well, and even those with complications, are comfortable with a roof over there head.
We are blessed. So on this day, I am thankful. Here is a small list of things (I often take for granted) that I am thankful for today:
Warmth, lodging, security, safety & sunsets
My company offers up to 5 paid days off for us to volunteer at any non-profit agency of our choice. All equally impactful, the memory that still haunts me is that of a homeless woman breaking down in tears after I presented her with a comforter. “Warmth” was the one word that escaped through her tears. Oh, the things we take for granted. I am behind lucky to have a roof, heat, and a gorgeous view of the Manhattan skyline, offering some of the most beautiful sunsets this side of the east river.
The ability to travel
Trips to Martha’s Vineyard are a highlight of this year. Having summered there through my childhood, rekindling friendships and re-familiarizing myself with a place I used to call home is priceless. And the fact that I’ve been able to experience it with this guy makes my heart swell.
My forever forgiving family
I don’t call enough, I’m horrible at returning emails, my brow is often furrowed, and it can be hard for me to forgive. How lucky am I to have the family I do, who love me for me, even the wonky bits. (In fact, my father just burped and I burped in response. Family.)
Food, food, food
Between my chef beau, my foodie colleague, and my dinner dates with friends, I eat. Not only am I thankful for good food, but I’m thankful for how it brings people together. To break bread and share a toast means a lot to me.
I’m a lucky girl. What are you thankful for?
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