|Thanksgiving Dinner 2007|
That the nasty cancer that so disrupted my fun has had its existence even more nastily disrupted. There are no remaining traces of it in my system. I am on Tamoxifen for another four years and four months (who's counting?), but it could have been so much worse. I'm counting this one done. and good riddance.
For the outpouring of support that helped me through the hard parts. I got cards and calls and visits and meals and prayers - so many let me know they love me. I still get a bit misty eyed when I think about it. especially since there were a number of years where I was convinced I was unlovable.
For people who spend a lot of time and effort on landscaping and decorating their houses for the holidays. I do so getting to enjoy the benefits of all their hard work.
For my children - always and always. They are among the brightest lights in my life. And for that new baby, now 16 months old - it makes my heart go pitty-pat, just to think of her.
For people who reach out in kindness to others, just because.
As Robert Frost said: "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in."
For home and for family. For the nieces and nephews who still haven't quite forgiven me for selling my house out from under them, but love me anyways. For sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, in- and out- and almost-in-laws, all willing, when I call (sometimes on short notice), to welcome me and take me in.
For lights that brighten the darkness, and furnaces that keep the cold at bay.
For friends. I couldn't make it without them.
For all the good things, and some of the trials (for they have taught me much, even though I don't often appreciate the teachings at the time), for laughter and tears both.
For leaves of gold and red and orange that glow with an inner light on the grayest of fall days - a visible sign of the Beauty that Is, if we but take the time to notice it.