I like to post about Thanksgiving AFTER Thanksgiving. When I feel fat, tired, and a little sick from the kid at dinner who wiped his snotty nose on me. When the house is less full and the fridge is packed with leftovers. When there’s more to clean up than to prepare for. When everyone is posting about their experiences and I’m tempted to compare. When ads are bombarding me with ”Black Friday” excuses to believe I’m lacking something.
That’s when I want to be thankful.
Thankful, not because things are or were perfect, but because we were together. Thankful because we are alive. Thankful because good is springing up everywhere I look—when I look for it.
Thankful because thanksgiving is a WAY, not a day. And it’s a better way.