Happy Late Thanksgiving

It’s been a long week for me. Yesterday was my first day off in over a week. I was tired. So tired that I can’t really remember the conversation at thanksgiving dinner. I remember my grandma accidentally collapsing the table I was sitting at, thankfully mom caught the pies. So typical Richcreek dinner!

My family had family come in from out of town. The strangest part of that is that it now includes my sister, Anna, who is my best friend, who is far more interested in her boyfriend than me. But I took her out to coffee Wednesday morning and enjoyed the small moments together. 

We went out to a theater production and saw my grandpa publicly humiliated (by choice 😉). My aunt, who lives out of state, thought it would be an excellent Christmas gift, and it was. We all had a fantastic time and my sister even curled my hair!! (Picture above!!)

Since last week was Thanksgiving, this is: what am I thankful for at the moment?

So freaking much. 

Air

My job, which I still like

The people at my job who gave my life meaning again 

My parents’ willingness to take care of me

My sister and grandparents and family who all help me daily. 

Friends, whom I spent way too long without seeing. 

The people who helped me get here- therapists, teachers, aides, friends, and family who never gave up on me. 

A warm house 

Smell of coffee 

To walk and talk and eat

My health being great all things considering 

And just to be alive. 

A long time ago, so long I forget when, I got into a habit of saying the simplest little prayer in the world, “Thank you, God”. Every morning, that is one of my first thoughts. I say it multiple times throughout my day without even realizing it, and it’s the last thing I say in nightly prayers. So I have multiple mini thanksgivings throughout my day, every day. It helps me to appreciate the small things.

So that’s what I try to do: be thankful for the little things.

One thought on “Happy Late Thanksgiving

  1. That’s what I do, Lacey. Thank God for the things that He gives me each day, and to remember the small things.
    Sometimes the small things are the greatest gifts ever. BTY, that’s the first time a table has fallen down!! First time for everything.

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