It never fails. As we head into Thanksgiving week, my thoughts turn into what I’m thankful for — I imagine many of us experience that.
Throughout the year, I think of these things, but often don’t write them down.
As I write this, I’m thankful that the powers that be let me put two feet on the ground for another morning. Some people aren’t so lucky.
I’m thankful for the little things:
• warm, sunny days in November
• the purr of my eldest cat
• the incredible sleep magic of the other cat
• the utter devotion of our dogs
• mini-Blizzards - I just can’t eat a whole small one anymore
• homemade pesto
• homegrown tomatoes and sweet potatoes
• rain, sweet rain.
That’s just a few. I’m also thankful for good friends, good laughs and good conversations.
I’m thankful for Courtney and Carden Willis of A Place on Earth CSA, not just for the wonderful food they grow, but for the wonderful fellowship they share.
I’m thankful for a wonderful, vibrant community in which to live and work.
I’m also thankful for the great group of folks here at the Local.
But today, I think I’m most thankful for my husband and those cosmic forces that decided we’d make a good pair.
It was a little over eight years ago that we were introduced, and my, how time has flown.
I’m thankful for the not-so-chance dinner party arranged by a friend. And I’m thankful that just a few months later we happened to be in the same place at the same time.
I am profoundly thankful for the helmet he was wearing in July 2005 when he was in an accident on the motorcycle that could have been far, far worse.
Never did I think I’d be so thankful for someone so pragmatic, but I am. He helps to keep me grounded.
I’m thankful that he loves to eat, for I love to cook.
I’m thankful for the insights he shares and the perspective he gives me when I need it most. And he has a knack for making me giggle like a five-year-old.
And I’m thankful that he has taught me so much about life, even if he doesn’t realize it.