A colleague of mine inspired me to list the things I’m grateful for this Thanksgiving. Apparently, ‘tis the season. So here goes.
I am thankful for My Guy, who is my rock and my fountain of youth, and for Little Miss, who makes me realize that happiness is about the little things, like having daddy make blueberry pancakes as mommy and baby cuddle in bed on a Sunday morning.
I am thankful for my mom who made all kinds of sacrifices so I can have a life she never had, and for My Guy’s family, who continually showers us with their kindness and generosity.
I am thankful for my pets, even though sometimes they wake the baby by barking at the neighbor or chasing each other around the house, toppling water glasses.
I am thankful for my friends, a few of whom I've known for 27 years, several I've known only a few months. But all essential in their own way.
I am thankful I have a job, even if it isn’t my dream job—although I’m not sure if there is one out there that will pay me just to wine and dine, shop for shoes and blog. Oh, wait. I think I’ve just inadvertently confessed my Paris Hilton aspirations. (Dammit!)
I am thankful for the shortcut that takes me to Little Miss’ daycare in eight minutes instead of 12, so I can be with her for those precious extra four minutes every day.
I am thankful for the Dunkin Donuts that’s strategically located next to the train station, where I get my coffee so I’m at least half awake by the time I get to work after a night of baby duty.
I am thankful for Google and Amazon.com, which have this knack for predicting what I need before I even know I need it.
I am thankful for words that enrich and immortalize, that can at once capture time and set free our imaginations.
I am thankful for--no, indebted to-- these extraordinary women: Jane Austen, George Elliot, Alice Walker, Zora Neale Hurston, Toni Morrison, Adrienne Rich, Ama Ata Aidoo and Jeannette Winterson, whose amazing works and inspiring life experiences compelled me to find and nurture the power of my own voice.
I am thankful for Joss Whedon’s short-lived TV series, Firefly, who had a hand in bringing My Guy and I together, which begot Little Miss, which begot this life I am truly grateful for, which begot this thanksgiving blog entry.
And last, but certainly not least, I am thankful to you, for taking the time to read this. Happy Thanksgiving.