I find myself thankful for the darndest things these days.
I am thankful for a beau who does not think or see like anyone else. Because if he saw the world as I do, I would not be able to bask in his complete, unconditional acceptance and I would never have to stretch to understand and clarify what I think and feel and learn what it means to give complete, unconditional acceptance.
I am thankful for my youngest son’s uninhibited enjoyment of moving and living and for his ability to keep us laughing (whether he means to or not) with responses such as, “no, mom, I didn’t jump on him to wake him up. I only tickled him and pleasured him.”
I am thankful for my middle son’s deep enjoyment of his own thoughts and amusement with anything complicated and absurd, such as his daily insistence that he is an iguana. He regularly emphasizes this assertion with a big “woof” and explains that our dog is clearly also an iguana because she says “woof” as well.
I am grateful for the example set by my daughter’s slightly aggravating lack of the female “pleaser” gene, admirable unwavering commitment to and enjoyment of her passions, and practical expectation that others will make themselves happy as well.
I am thankful for a blog that has made me write regularly for an entire year (yes, an entire year! yay!) and has made me share things about myself that I normally wouldn’t. I am grateful for the free-falling experience of showing the unattractive parts of myself and landing softly in the connections created from the shared humanity and good humor of my friends who are readers and readers who have become friends.
I am also thankful for curious for philosophical dilemmas such as: is there anything wrong with wearing two different shoes, if one of each feels better than two of one pair?
What are you thankful for?