I’m a Brit, so we don’t have thanksgiving here, but now I’m married to an American, we now celebrate. This is our second thanksgiving and it was very successful, despite the sadness of the week. We had my mum, sister, nephew and niece over for dinner, had all the trimmings, decorations, pumpkin pie, a white chocolate trifle of joy. Basically, we have enough leftovers for the next week. It was great and I really want to go to sleep now. My wife is currently ‘talking’ to her family online. By talking, I mean, they talk, we listen, because the sound is broken on one end – as it usually is when we do this. I would happily go to sleep right now.
So, while we don’t do Thanksgiving usually, doesn’t mean we’re not thankful. I’m always thankful. I consider myself very lucky sometimes. I live close to my family, I have a nice flat, I have a wonderful wife and some good friends and the chance to sleep in a few times a week.
These are the things I’m thankful for. My wife, the time we spent with my cat, my niece and nephew (my nephew was thankful for all the food and the stuffing in particular). I’m thankful that I have a mother who is willing to drop everything to drive 16 miles to pick us up after the cat died, and to bury him next to my hamster She-Ra. I’m thankful to have a sister who I love and get along with, despite our many, many differences. I’m thankful that I’m so lucky, or so lucky that I’ve got so much to be thankful for…..
The list could go on. For all the bad things, my depression, the anxiety, other bits and bobs, finally the good outweighs the bad so much they become blips. Bumps. An annoyance. Anyway, I’m happy and tired and will probably want more tea, more pie and a really early night.