I’d be willing to bet they’re not “things” at all, but people.
Oh yes, “people” sometimes drive us crazy, hurt us, make lots more work, more stress, insolent remarks, dirty socks, dirty dishes, and confusion in general.
But we know the other side of the coin, too–“people” who are always there for us, who take our side, who run errands when we can’t, who feed us when we’re sick, who wipe our tears and hold our hands when we need the warmth of another human being. People who listen. People who love us.
I give gratitude to those people in my life. I cannot imagine living without those people in my life.
On this Thanksgiving George and I are celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday in the Atlanta area at the home of our daughter, Sheila, her husband, Matt, and precious sons, Daniel, Anthony, and Matthew. We will also visit with our youngest daughter, Anne Marie, her husband Pat, and their two children, Caroline and John Patrick. Our youngest son, Patrick and his daughter, Georgia, will be coming along, too.
I am so grateful for all my family, those I will see over the Thanksgiving Holiday and those who will be in their own homes, but in my heart.
I’m grateful, too, for all you who read this blog. Because of your support, I look forward to writing it five days a week.
So children help your mothers, and mothers hug your children. And fathers love your wives.
Have a lovely Thanksgiving, all of you.