Every year, I try to take the time to list the things I’m thankful for, even if it happens at 2:00 in the morning.
I’m thankful that I have a job. It is frustrating and without benefits, but it’s a paycheck.
I’m thankful for my family and that they have dinner with all their relatives.
I am thankful that I get to cook and that I have friends to feed, that they’re excited to come to my home and join in my traditions.
I’m thankful that I will be seeing my family in 2 weeks for an early holiday.
I’m thankful I have a roof over my head, a roof with a fabulous kitchen, despite my claim to the contrary during my pre-festivities freakout.
I am most thankful for D. He is kind, and accepting and tolerant. He understands my tears even when he knows he can do nothing to fix them. He is loving and giving and sexy. He is the one I turn to when the world seems big and cold and scary. He lets me sing at the top of my lungs in the car and doesn’t get annoyed by my dorky texts. He indulges my fantasies and my frivolities. He is my best friend and my partner and I often think I don’t deserve him. But, deserving or not, I am grateful that he is a part of my life.
May you all have someone like that in yours. Have a warm and happy Thanksgiving.