While we should spend every day thanking our lucky stars for all that we have, we don’t. It’s easy to forget, and to take our good fortune and privilege for granted. It often takes a loss, the reminder of how it could all be gone in an instant to put it in perspective.
It would be really easy to tip over into the Hallmark philosophy and Garfield blessings that run rampant on Facebook and Twitter, but I won’t. It’s tough, but I am thankful for the strength to resist spouting empty platitudes.
Instead, I will tell you how I woke up at 4:30 this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I tossed and turned and did the whole, “I should just get up. I should just get up. I’ll get up. I’ll get up,” sort of thing in the voice of Cameron from Ferris Bueller.
While I tried to fall asleep I thought about the things I should be thankful for and in my tired, grumpiness I came up with chocolate Pop Tarts and insomnia, soft quilts and fat cats, and sisters who never put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher even though you told them the dishwasher was empty.
This year I am thankful for all of it, every second of it. I hope you are too.