#360

Part of my brain has a hard time enjoying thanksgiving. If you let yourself think about it too much, it becomes a bit depressing. 'The first Thanksgiving' was all about helping one another. The natives of this land took the newly arrived immigrants under their protection. The new people were taught how to live, grow food, and stay alive in this strange land. Bonds were formed. And at the end of the harvesting season, the abundance of their laboratory were shared. Thanks was given in earnest. 

As time marched on, as it does, the natives and teachers were pushed back farther from their land and eventually farther from this world. While the immigrants became the natives. Every year they remembered their good fortune and gave thanks. But never thanked the people that taught their ancestors to survive. 

Like I said, it can be depressing if you think about it to much. 

This day, and what it has transformed in to is not all bad. It is actually pretty great when you celebrate it in thanks. Which is what we tried to do at our house. 

I cooked and baked a great meal. My daughters played. My husband cleaned the house so it looked great for our guests. My dogs waited for scraps they didn't get, and barked at anyone who dared to walk by our house. 

When our friends arrived, we talked and played and finished the preparations for a great meal. We said Grace. We ate. And then we talked and played some more. 

I really an thankful for my life and everything in it. I have an amazing family, friends who mean so much to me, health, love, and the promise that I will always be loved by our Father. 

What more could I need?

Well... Honestly I could use a migraine free life. That bastard is killing my thankful mood at the moment.