Giving thanks is a given for Thanksgiving, and the way my family and I said thank you added fun and creativity to the holiday.
This year, my brother and I visited our mother at her assisted living place for the noon meal.
Most of the residents sat at a long table in the center of the dining room, but a few of the families joined together at their own tables. Before the staff served the traditional fare of turkey, stuffing, potatoes and cranberries, the new volunteer director of activities told the 50 or so people in the room to find their tags next to the silverware and write what they were thankful for.
My first one was easy—and sorry this is sideways, but I couldn’t get the photo to rotate—because it was about my dog, Zoey. I wrote “My dog, Zoey,” and my mom said, “I knew you’d write that one.”
Next, I put my apartment, because I love it and where I live, feeling like it’s the first place that’s a perfect fit and so me.
I also love books, and I love writing and the fact that I love to write.
I got four tags, when there were supposed to be three per person, which was a good thing, because four wasn’t enough.
I’m also thankful for:
- Nice people and getting smiles.
- Running and lifting weights.
- Being in shape.
- The seasons and seeing spring leaves and the colors of fall.
And my list could go on and on.
The important thing is taking a moment to reflect—not just on Thanksgiving but every day. I try to find one thing to be thankful for, though Zoey always is a given, so really it is at least two things.