Counting Our Blessings

The Thanksgiving holiday came and went, and yet I never got around to compiling my list of all that I am thankful. In the rush to decorate, coordinate, and host Thanksgiving my thoughts simply veered elsewhere, but make no mistake about it; my appreciation is alive and well.

I have always loved Thanksgiving for the fabulous food, time with family, and the perfect timing of the occasion, but also for all that it represents – a national holiday about giving thanks - such a simple yet profound concept. As much as I adore Thanksgiving, the truth is that I recognize the large and small blessings of my life more often than once a year.

Here are a few often overlooked things that I appreciate: comfortable sweaters, snuggling under a warm blanket on a cold night, Eskimo kisses from my children, a flattering pair of jeans, early morning runs on a beautifully crisp day, a good book and an afternoon with nothing on the agenda but time to read it, the smell of fresh brewed coffee, a husband that cooks, fresh cut flowers, sharing a meal with close friends, open prairies, courteous people, President Obama, my best friend, belly-aching laughter, beautiful music, snowcapped mountains, happy customers, and a whole host of other joys.

But what I’m intensely and overpoweringly grateful for are my two remarkable, caring, intelligent, happy, and healthy children, my considerate, funny, and deeply loving husband, my devoted and kind parents, my sweet sister – who is expecting her first child in April - as well as having a job that I both appreciate and adore every day. These are my blessings. These are my joys, and today as well as on Thanksgiving, I am profoundly thankful.

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