I love the turkey photo from yesterday's post!
Of course, like many Americans, I tend to block out the image of the plump, LIVE, orange and brown bird that children draw and companies mimic with enormous tissue-papered versions that serve as mantle or center-pieces.
Not to mention the fact that by every Thanksgiving we have at least 25 turkeys visit our yard daily. And then there's my son's friend--his house is adorned with the carcasses of turkeys wrested into submission by his father's gun!
All in all the turkey as food, back when you had to catch and process everything you ate on the spot, must have been a darn good feast--as it still is today.
So, in thinking about what I am thankful for--besides the big brown bird--I have to say it's the little things.
The woman down the down the street who owns the gym I go to, who manages to be supportive yet not domineering--when I see her, I don't have to feel guilty for missing a day. She's a genius.
My husband for all the hard work he does for our family.
My family, for just being there.
My kids for making me laugh and see the best in the world.
For the feeling of optimism that although things might get worse before the get better, they will get better.
Hope you all had a great day yesterday--anyone head out for shopping today?