11/26/2021
I’m thankful.
I have gratitude for the Hubster, who feeds me, loves me, and gives me the space and support to be the me I want to be. ☺️
I’m thankful for the gracious home sheltering all our art (each piece a “friend”) and treasures, modern and old. There’s the television with its crackling fire, along with the vintage faux logs reminiscent of a set from Jim’s childhood, gently glowing while the electric motor creates an old-timey rattling sound. 🏠🎄
I’m thankful for my little fur family still intact, despite a scare last week from our oldest, my girl Aphrodite. I’m grateful for modern medicine and the simple miracle of antibiotics. And I’m thankful that I only hurt my shoulder tripping over her brother Junebug yesterday while carrying empty ornament bins. 🤷🏻♂️
Mostly now I’m thankful for the memories. Each Christmas ornament has a story behind it, and I’m glad to recall virtually all of them. With dementia in my family, every retained memory is a triumph of aging for me. Like the felted initial ornaments we bought two years ago in Franklin TN, that year a “J,” an “R,” and especially an “L” for our first Christmas with a grandchild, Lilo. 🥰
Enjoy your list, as I do mine. ❤️