Last year I spent Thanksgiving at the hospital at Dad's beside. The doctor had said he wouldn't make it through the day. He made it through that day and all the days since. "Thankful" isn't a strong enough word to describe my gratitude for this past year.
I live in paradise. Really. It is eighty degrees on the 25th of November. The breeze off the bay is air conditioning my porch and I'm sitting here watching the fish jump. In a material sense I don't have a lot-the value of my house has dropped like a rock while my property taxes have gone up. But I have everything I need and pretty much everything I want. It helps that I don't want much but the bottom line is that I spend the bulk of my days happy and satisfied. I am literally surrounded by things that I am thankful for everyday.
Happy Thanksgiving to all you. Blessings aren't always readily apparent but they really are everywhere. Joy, today and every day.