It’s easy to get melancholy, this time of year.
In years past, I have looked upon the holidays as a sad time. It makes me wonder why I would dwell on the fact that my rather large family never got together, weapons down, for a holiday celebration. Truth be told, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Even as a child, I don’t ever remember having a Walton family holiday. There is no memory of us all getting together, in our festive holiday garb, sipping cocoa, cooking, sledding, watching movies, playing games, eating tons of food, laughing, singing songs with joyful holiday music and a roaring fire, in the background. We never did. We never will.
Except for the amount of food involved, I am grateful for the multiple Thanksgivings that I will have to attend, with those that I love. It’s okay, as long as I don’t stain my holiday outfit and my pants continue to fit.
This year, in particular, I am so very grateful for many things …
- My health.
- My children, and grand babies.
- Food in the fridge.
- Warm clothes.
- Having a beautiful safe place to rest my head.
- Being called a friend … but mostly having a real Best Friend.
- Still being able to put one foot in front of the other.
- That I can finally let people be who they are.
- The mental capacity to remember Thanksgiving’s past.
- Not having to cook a turkey.
- Holiday pants that still fit from last year.
- Having the ability to rebound and move on.
- That I am mature enough for the wisdom to forgive.
- The little black dog under my feet.
- Blemishes that are hidden by my clothes.
- Good hair days.
- The means to give those that I love those holiday pj’s, again this year.
- Baseball caps that go with any outfit.
- I can, if I want to.
- That my true friends and family don’t try to convert me back into a carnivore.
and last but certainly not least…
- I am truly grateful that I am still here to celebrate life, with those that I love!