Looking back, seeing things then for what they truly meant for the now, well, that’s an exercise we could do a little more often. So, what better way to start out the new year than by listing everything for which you’re thankful. Or at least a few treasures of thankfulness … as compiled by your mother in the last few months. Cherish them. Reread them. Use them.
I’m thankful for this day, and the next, and probably the next after that, as a matter of fact, I’m thankful for each day my feet hit the floor and I’m still breathing.
I’m thankful for my family, the ones I was born to and the ones I have claimed as my own over the years.
One for Election Day … Not every country, not every human on earth gets to choose who will make decisions for them, it’s not just a civic duty, it’s a privilege. So many other people are forced to live with whatever is meted out to them by their dictatorial governments, don’t be one of them. Become a part of this nation’s history and choose the next president. Forty years from now when your grandkids are showing you their history books, be the one who says, “Yeah, I voted for that guy.”
One for Veterans Day … Today, I am thankful for voices. Shared or in dissent, they are being raised in celebration of freedom. My father, as well as many other peoples fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands and wives fought bravely for this voice and I am grateful.
Today I am again thankful for voices. However this time it’s for children’s voices when they sing. I don’t care who you are, or what kind of rotten day you’re having, when you hear that soft, sweet voice you can’t help but smile. At least I know I can’t. (If you think this has something to do with the kids’ choir, of which you were a part, you would be right!)
Today I am thankful for early morning, groggy headed cuddles. For a few precious moments before Little Miss recalls that she’s a grown-up 8 year old, I have my sweet, snuggly baby back.
I’m thankful for inspiration, imagination, and for those who are not afraid to dream big, wildly big. Big enough to create things like this. I’m also thankful that, for some strange reason that I’ll never understand, music – good music, gives me chill bumps and makes me cry. It’s embarrassing sometimes to be sitting around blubbering, but it’s also nice to know that my soul is alive and kicking.
I’m thankful for unexpected kindnesses. When you’re down in the dumps, it can really bring your spirits back up.
Today, on this cold, rainy day, I’m very thankful that I have a home.