Today, in the United States, we celebrate Thanksgiving. As I grew up, I was taught that it’s a day to count our blessings and show our gratitude for what we have, not lament the things we don’t.
I have two amazing kids that continually impress me with their strength, intelligence, kindness, and compassion. This year, I gained a son-in-law who fiercely loves and supports my daughter (I can’t ask for more than that), and they’ll soon be giving me a granddaughter (I can’t wait to meet her next year!). I’m finally getting to spend time with my extended family, including my 103-year-old grandmother. I don’t know if you know much about Italians, but we love deeply and strongly, and it’s been a balm to me to see them all again as often as I can. It’s been wonderful catching up with old friends, too.
I am grateful for all these things, and so much more. I’m also grateful for all of you. It’s always a joy getting to share things with you and chatting in the comments. As I’m counting my blessings today, know you’ll be among them.
Comments are closed as I spend the next few days with local family and friends. But I wish you the happiest of holidays. Saluti!
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
Read the full poem here.