In honor of Thanksgiving, I toyed with the idea of writing about the struggles that arise during the holidays, the question of with whom to spend time, the struggle of affording a dinner more lavish than most.
But oddly enough, while the list of complaints began to fester, I suddenly became overcome with a separate list, rearing its uncommon head.
Of things I am actually thankful for.
-For the fact her cancer was stage one.
-For authors so talented their descriptions say things our world never could.
-For meeting my favorite author and seeing his scribbled name "with love" on the inside cover of the book I've nearly memorized.
-For my husband.
-For the word husband and all it entails.
-For feeling healthy now.
-For a wedding with our parents, still married, his and mine.
-For streaming Netflix
-For pumpkin pie. With whipped cream.
-For blog traffic that soars when I do what I love
-For jeans that are really leggings.
And of course...
For the comments section.