Ah, gosh. Thanksgiving. The biggest most forgotten holiday of our culture.
If I were a holiday I would want to be Thanksgiving.
Just think of the patience and love Thanksgiving has. As soon as we all come out of candy coma on November 1st the Christmas trees are out and the “FA LA LA LA LA-ing” is all up in Thanskgiving’s business. But Thanksgiving is still there.
Thanksgiving doesn’t even care that we take take take and fall asleep before it’s through.
Thanksgiving loves us. Even though we don’t give Thanksgiving all the credit it deserves.
So here’s to being more like Thanksgiving, patient, steadfast, constant, modest and not jealous of that whore Christmas. (Well if it is, it doesn’t show it, and that’s a quality I’d do well to learn.)
Want the cheesy list of cheese that I’m thankful for? I really need to for my own good since I’ve been a wallowing ball of misery because I miss my husband so badly.
Ooh, when I start thinking about it, there’s so many things I’m grateful for. Gosh, I do a fantastic job of making myself miserable with missing my husband because there are countless blessings in my life. I have a healthy, funny, wicked smart and adorable kid. I have a husband who is just the bee’s knees in so many ways. I have a family who thinks I’m awesome, I think they’re pretty awesome too. I have friends, REAL friends, not just those fair-weather kind. I’m healthy, I have one of those bright shiny futures, I have talents, I have good teeth.
And to any of you who are reading this-THANK YOU. This blog has pulled me out of dark caverns when I needed it most, and the fact that you’re still here, either out in the open or lurking has soothed my troubled heart on more than one occasion. I started this blog as a way to keep my family and friends updated on the fruit of my loins while we were in the
wasteland wonderland of Indiana and it’s turned into one of the greatest things I could have ever done for myself.
That you’re all here to share it with me makes me so thankful.
the moosh needs a tishme, the little toad went and got sick. OH, BUT I’M SO GRATEFUL THAT I HAVE THE MEANS AND ABILITY TO CARE FOR HER.
To think, I almost complained on Thanksgiving.
I wish all of you peace, love, happiness and gratitude.
And I wish my husband were here.
But I’m grateful he’s working his tail off back in Indiana.
You know, for us. Thankful, thankful, thankful.