Just as New Year’s makes people think of resolutions to fulfill in the coming year, Thanksgiving compels us to consider what we are thankful for this past year. I’m no different. I sit here now, thinking about my blessings, and when I count them, they are many. Here are just a few.
I’m thankful for my family. It has dwindled over the past ten years, but the roots of love are strong. My dad, at ninety-five, is still going strong. He suffered a fall a couple months ago and bruised a few ribs, but hospice has brought him back to full health. I haven’t been able to go see him while I’ve been in a wheelchair, but talking to him on the phone brings a sense of peace to me.
I’m thankful for my sons. Though they aren’t vocal in their love for me, they do things that show they love me. My married son and his wife are serving their first Thanksgiving, and my doctor doesn’t want me travelling to Monterey because of my unhealed foot. When I cried about it, my son told me there would be other Thanksgivings, and besides, they don’t know what the heck they’re doing, so it might not be the best dinner!
His comment made me laugh, which was his intent. They understand that I got my foot done now so that I could dance at their formal wedding in March. I asked for leftovers, just the same, since my older son is still driving up there to represent us. They will have a good time, and I will miss them terribly, though I know they love me. I’m sure the dinner will be a smashing success.
I’m thankful for my family. It has dwindled over the past ten years, but the roots of love are strong. My dad, at ninety-five, is still going strong. He suffered a fall a couple months ago and bruised a few ribs, but hospice has brought him back to full health. I haven’t been able to go see him while I’ve been in a wheelchair, but talking to him on the phone brings a sense of peace to me.
I’m thankful for my sons. Though they aren’t vocal in their love for me, they do things that show they love me. My married son and his wife are serving their first Thanksgiving, and my doctor doesn’t want me travelling to Monterey because of my unhealed foot. When I cried about it, my son told me there would be other Thanksgivings, and besides, they don’t know what the heck they’re doing, so it might not be the best dinner!
His comment made me laugh, which was his intent. They understand that I got my foot done now so that I could dance at their formal wedding in March. I asked for leftovers, just the same, since my older son is still driving up there to represent us. They will have a good time, and I will miss them terribly, though I know they love me. I’m sure the dinner will be a smashing success.
I’m thankful for my health, bunion surgery notwithstanding. Yes, it’s taking me longer to heal than the last time, and yes, I hate my inactivity at this wonderful time of the year, but at least I’m otherwise healthy. And, when the foot is mended, I will be able to walk better and longer than before, without pain. I’m just not very patient.
Lastly, I’m thankful for my husband. He has been my rock through all my life, but especially at this trying stage. Since my surgery, he’s made it a point to get me out in the mall, in stores, or through the neighborhood for walks, just to keep my spirits lifted. He’s cooked for me, cleaned for me, even changed my bandages. If that doesn’t spell devotion, I don’t know what does. Heck, he’s even watched Hallmark movies with me!
I have much to be thankful for this year, even if this Thanksgiving will be a quiet one for us. Everyone I hold dear is healthy and happy. I may not be able to travel to see my married son this holiday, or even go to my Dad, but I can always say the words “I love you.” Those three words cross all barriers, be they unhealed surgeries or hundreds of miles. I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving, too.
Tell me how you’ll be spending the holiday. I’m living vicariously right now.
Lastly, I’m thankful for my husband. He has been my rock through all my life, but especially at this trying stage. Since my surgery, he’s made it a point to get me out in the mall, in stores, or through the neighborhood for walks, just to keep my spirits lifted. He’s cooked for me, cleaned for me, even changed my bandages. If that doesn’t spell devotion, I don’t know what does. Heck, he’s even watched Hallmark movies with me!
I have much to be thankful for this year, even if this Thanksgiving will be a quiet one for us. Everyone I hold dear is healthy and happy. I may not be able to travel to see my married son this holiday, or even go to my Dad, but I can always say the words “I love you.” Those three words cross all barriers, be they unhealed surgeries or hundreds of miles. I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving, too.
Tell me how you’ll be spending the holiday. I’m living vicariously right now.
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