I'm cradling my coffee, snuggled on the couch and watching the Macy's Thanksgiving surrounded by my 5 children.
And I'm grateful.
Today is Thanksgiving, the day we pause and reflect.
The origin of Thanksgiving has much to teach us. The first settlers sat down at a table, with new food and new friends after a very difficult journey in celebration. Celebration of surviving. Celebrating scarcity averted.
I just told a friend last week that when Hubs retuned to college to earn a teaching certificate it took 3 1/2 years. Three and a half years..
Three and a half years without financial security.
Three and a half years of charity.
Three and a half years of not having enough.
Three and a half years of scraping, denying, hiding and crying.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Just last Thanksgiving we were giving thanks because hubs graduation was on the horizon.
This Thanksgiving is much different: our home is warm, our bellies are full, our children are here and we're all sitting on the couch together because we're on the same work schedule.
We are blessed.
We're not pilgrims by any means, but we've been on a harrowing journey as well. So when my family gathers around the turkey and stuffing I'll be especially grateful. We've known scarcity. And now we know abundance again. For that I am grateful. Very.
Funny how it takes going without to remind you how blessed you are when you have what you need. To me thats exactly what writing a better story is all about; taking the story I find myself in and choosing to live within it by being the kind of character I would like to read about.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.