I've been thinking about Thanksgiving this morning. And I've spent some time thinking about life in general, since I'm very close to another birthday.
I decided I'm thankful that I have enough.
I have enough to eat, enough to wear, enough to drink.
I have a family whom I love and whose company I enjoy--children who have become friends as they have grown up and a grandson whose existence is pure sunshine and joy.
I have dear, dear friends.
I have a job with coworkers whose company I enjoy, who are generous and supportive.
I have access to extremely good medical care and caring doctors.
I have opportunities to travel, to visit museums, to hear concerts, to attend plays, to enrich my life.
I have books to read.
I have a home to cherish and care for, a roof over my head that is my shelter and refuge.
And I have my needlework, a passion that interests and sustains me, that has brought me comfort in times of stress and enjoyment every day of my life.
I can't ask for anything more.