It is my first Thanksgiving in my new life. In no particular order, I have many things for which to be grateful.
God, whose plan for me has yet to be revealed.
I am in this place, surrounded by people who love me.
I have a faith community.
My fuzzy Swiffer puppy is my mostly companion.
I have the Y and my yoga class.
I have my Bible Study friends.
I can walk into St. Leo’s Catholic School, and be greeted by the teachers.
I have a group of Birthday Club friends to eat dinner with once a month.
I am close to my friend in Lake Waccamaw, and can drive there at anytime.
I talk with my family on the phone about anything we want whenever we want.
My sisters come to visit me.
Tuesday night is Pizza Night.
I have my own tiny house.
I can stand at my kitchen window and see my nephews’ and nieces’ legs as they play basketball in their driveway.
I can hear their shouts and laughter as they play.
I can walk up the hill, and have little people yell, “I love you, Aunt Debby!” as I go by.
My brother calls me to go to breakfast with him.
I can laugh, and I am happy.
I am safe.
I am free from fear.
I am loved.