Am I thankful? Most of the time. I have to admit, every now and then I can feel sorry for myself or I can want more than I need. But when I think about gratitude, I can say that I have blessings by the buckful.
And, in no particular order:
God, who somehow seems to keep blessing me, even though I don't deserve it.
My husband. I really, really don't know how I could exist without him. He's alive and healthy.
My family: kids and grandbabies, inlaws and outlaws, mom and all the rest...I love them, and they love me.
An adopted pug named Birdie...who is always excited to see me.
A comfortable home that I get to care for because she's old and beautiful and deserves to live a long life.
My friends...especially the ones that know all my dirt and still choose to hang out with me.
A job that means something besides a paycheck.
The ability to make stuff and share it.
Pie. Oh, and stuffing. And homemade rolls. And pizza. I am thankful for pizza. And cupcakes, too. And Cheetohs, now that I think about it....
It's not a bad life, my friends. Happy Thanksgiving.
" I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want."