Just in case you weren’t sick of the all the alliteration we’ve brought you this week, up next we have (you guessed it?) Thankful Thursdays, that’s right: this year, on the fourth day of the week–that one that isn’t quite Friday, but still feels a full week from Monday–we will be expressing gratitude. (And yes, we seem to be using the royal “we” this afternoon.)
Because after all, in the words of Thomas S. Monson, “This is a wonderful time to be on the earth. While there is much that is wrong in the world today, there are many things that are right and good. There are marriages that make it, parents who love their children and sacrifice for them, friends who care about us and help us, teachers who teach. Our lives are blessed in countless ways.” (Oct 2010)
Not to mention the fact that Aldous Huxley was probably thinking about me when he wrote, “Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.”
Yes, I know, he wrote that before I was born, but you cannot prove the man didn’t have a fully functional crystal ball, now, can you?
So. What am I thankful for today?
The problem, really, as I begin to compose this is that there are so many blessings, most of which I’ve never really expressed gratitude for, that I’m having trouble triaging them.
Ooh! Ooh! I know–let’s go alphabetically. That should take me clear through the end of June… and then maybe we’ll start at Z and work our way backwards, I don’t know.
(And NO, the three versions of the alphabet on my wall and the basket of alphabet books by my knee in no way subliminally prompted such a decision.)
A is for Apples–in all their varieties, but next to a fresh golden delicious, you have to admit, this is the best species:
A is for Aunts: I am so grateful my children have aunts who love them and who I can trust. And who are way more fun than I am, because otherwise my kids might grow up as boring as me. Also, my own aunts. I have some great ones. Several years ago I blogged about them; if you’re interested, it was June 14, 2008. Meanwhile, I have pictures:
That’s my mother (right) and her sisters , with Grandma in the middle (L to R: Bonnie, Becky, Elna, Necia, Linda). Of course, I have other aunts–in laws, and such, but I don’t have pictures of them. (At least not right here on my desktop.) What are the lovely ladies in the above picture doing, you ask? I’m not really sure. If I remember right, it had something to do with the Can-Can, but they weren’t very successful at it.
A is for aboulomania: Just kidding–I just think it’s amazing that a word exists for “a pathological inability to make decisions”. That’s totally me; honest to goodness, I am often so paralyzed by all the choices on a restaurant menu that I dread eating out. (Or shopping for a bra, for that matter… have you attempted that lately?)
A is for Academics: I am grateful I was born with the constant desire to learn new things. I’ve never liked summer vacation as much as I liked the ten months that followed it. I’ve never felt completely at ease unless, ironically, I was also struggling along some continuum of growth or learning that truly challenged me. It isn’t until I have tossed aside a book in frustration after hours of laborious reading that I can in good conscience just sprawl across my bed and not think about anything at all. You are never too old to learn! When I’m forty, I’ll invite you to my graduation and prove it. (Just kidding; I’m more of a mail-me-my-diploma type.)
And along with that, can I just say I’m incredibly grateful to live in an era where learning is so easily sought out? There isn’t a question I can formulate but what I can find the answer within moments online or through texting or telephoning someone who knows. Education has never been so easily accessible and so wide-ranging and offered in so many formats. I am grateful for the opportunity to work on my Master’s degree while still being able to provide for my family because Heritage saw the need for evening and weekend classes and filled it–here in my town! How amazing is that.
A is for afternoon naps: why my own kids never took these, I’ll never know. Well, yes, I do. I was a total pushover when mine were small. Bought into the whole, “But I’m not tired!” scam. Not anymore; twelve toddlers snoring–it doesn’t get better than that. Okay, it does. But not in the context of toddlers. At any rate, nap time has officially drawn to a close and so must we. (Royally, no less.) There are diapers to change and a collective twenty four socks, twenty four shoes and twelve coats, along with various other paraphernalia, to locate. Therefore,