It's Thanksgiving day, if you are an American, and everyone is thankful today for things like family and friends.
I am too.
But I'm also thankful for the hour I had to myself this morning. Okay, so my overgrown puppy was with me, but she can't talk, so I consider it an hour to myself.
It was cold this morning. About 24 degrees. The ground was all crackly as I stepped on it.
I got to see the sun come up over the Tennessee river as I walked along the cold, cold path. Ginger crunched through the leaves next to me.
I was totally at peace.
I am grateful that I live in such a beautiful place. Within five miles of my home are eight different walking paths. I walk past massive cornfields and rivers. I walk in beautiful parks that have something to offer every season of the year.
This is where I live.
I thought about family and why I am so deliriously grateful for the family I have. It occurred to me that eleven years ago on Thanksgiving Day that I believed that I would never, ever have what I have now. That because my first husband decided he didn't love me anymore, that no one ever would. That I could never, ever have a husband who adores me, two beautiful children, a ridiculous dog, and a lovely home.
It's so much more than that. So much more than I can even say.
I am thankful.
I am blessed.
And today I know it.