Thanksgiving Day gives us a reason to say thanks. It’s a little sad we may need a reason, though I understand how it happens. We’re busy. Too much to do. Not enough time.
Because I sometimes have a tendency to get wrapped up in doing rather than being, I have made an effort of late to purposely, intentionally, mindfully be thankful.
Here are some of the things I’m thankful for today and always.
Our home and the trees that surround it.
My granddaughters who show me what true joy looks like.
The prairie where I revel in the beauty of nature and practice mindful patience.
My husband who still surprises me.
Women friends who encourage me to greater heights and prop me up when I’m low.
Readers who buy my books and then take time to tell me they enjoyed reading the stories.
My son who is a fine man and a great dad.
My feet are thankful they get to spend a week on a warm beach when Iowa is bitterly and prematurely cold this winter.
My sister. My nieces and their families. My neighbors. People like you who read my blog. Good health. The good fortune to have been born in America.
I could go on. And on. And on. I’m one lucky person, and I know it. My cup overflows. So on Thanksgiving Day, I am purposefully, intentionally, mindfully thankful as I join with so many others in saying thanks. Thanks!