Thanksgiving is the quiet holiday, tucked between fun-loving Halloween and the reflective days of Christmas. All too often it gets gobbled up – pardon the pun – in early preparations for the holidays. Nevertheless, it is a time to be thankful and also to say thank you.
When I count my blessings I start with the big ones; my family, our health, our dear friends and our good fortune through the years. God saw fit to make me wait until I was nearly 30 years old to bless me with my soul mate and partner of the last 27 years, my husband Jim. It has been nothing short of amazing since day one. A year ago my dear cousin Vicky was battling pancreatic cancer. Through divine help and sheer determination and courage she has become the victor.
Professionally, God has brought me back to writing, a passion that got pushed aside because life got in the way for many years. Now I am engaged in many projects combining writing and photography, my two passions in life. Thanks to GRIT to be able to blog on this site, I have a creative outlet. On larger projects I have found an amazing person and collaborator in Steph. We call ourselves “The Odd Couple” because we are three decades apart in age, have totally different views on many subjects, but work like a fine-tuned machine on creative projects. The best part is I know I have found another friend for life in her.
Those are the big ones, but I am also thankful for all the small things in my life that bring me joy. I have seen a thousand sunsets, but will still sit for hours and marvel at each new one. I hate spiders, but love their webs. They are so intricate and delicate, and add a few dew drops and each one is a masterpiece. I love the smell of pine, the scent and quiet of the morning, and laughter with friends.
The little moments sometimes leave the most lasting impressions. Going fishing will always bring a smile to my heart because I always was lucky even when my dad and Uncle Harold weren’t catching any. Unbeknownst to me they were taking the same fish off my hook and hooking it back on. Poor fish! I once went shopping with a friend for five hours. Neither of us really wanted anything in particular so we went to numerous stores checking for the cheapest toilet paper. We had a ball!
Yes, little things are special blessings too. This holiday I am thankful for the big and the small. If I teach my two young grandsons Wyatt and Wade anything I would hope it is that life itself is amazing and everyday there is always something for which to be thankful. Truly, Happy Thanksgiving.