Why exactly do we insist on giving thanks by eating copious amounts of food? It does kind of make sense if we are thankful for a harvest, and if the weeks leading up to this have been starving times where we waited impatiently for the food to come… But like most people in the Western world, I have a supermarket nearby, so the highs and lows of subsistence farming no longer affect me. Basically I’m just showing thanks through gluttony.
And there’s still Christmas to come.
My husband was grateful though. Grateful that I would rush home after 11 hours at work to cook a big meal so that he could come home from his work day and eat dinner with his wife. And I am grateful that he is wonderful and he wants to have a meal with me. And that he will do the dishes.
I’m grateful that we finally found a section to buy, and figured out how to make the loan work, even though it’s currently crippling us financially.
I’m grateful that we have a happy home, with 3 sometimes-lovely cats (even though Scrappy kept jumping up on the table throughout dinner and trying to steal turkey off our plates).
I’m grateful that our plants are mostly growing, and in a few months there will be harvests of our own to do.
But mostly I am grateful for him and how supportive and kind he is. I am grateful for that every day.
Despite the harshness of the past winter, there is so much to be grateful for this year.