This year we flew a couple hours north to a wonderful place where Fall is actually occurring- Columbus, Ohio.
Some of my family live up there, and we all got together for an epic family reunion at a horse farm turned brewery. Spending this time with my family meant so much to me because we don't get to see them often, which stinks because they are the kind of people you honestly wish you could see very often.
This Thanksgiving in particular, has been a lesson for me in what it means to be truly thankful. It's easy for me to say I'm thankful. To write it on a page or type it up in a blog post.
Or to make a list...
- my family
- deep fried turkey
- chilly weather
- autumn leaves
- watching Evie meet her cousins for the first time
- Ohio countryside
- watching fireworks twinkle the sky right above you, literally right above you...it's pretty awesome...and a little bit scary
- berry pie and hot apple cider and homemade rolls
But it's actually a lot harder to live my life in a way that speaks of thanks giving. What about all those bunches of minutes throughout my regular days? Can I be thankful for each of them, even when it doesn't seem like they should count for much? Even when they might be minutes I'd rather exclude?
Sometimes I'm not exactly sure how to be thankful, and sometimes anxieties and fears and responsibilities keep me wanting to put life in fast forward so I can get on to the good part.
This is going to sound cliché, but I think the good part only comes when you can see the good in the part you are in. I'm learning that maybe I should try to slow all these minutes I have down a bit by actually settling down into them and living in them.
I tried that today.
For about five or ten minutes I sat on the floor with Evie and left dinner to cook by itself in the kitchen. I didn't think about anything else except what we were doing together, which was stacking blocks and then putting them in her toy car and then pushing the car around on the floor. But I felt so much joy, and I was so thankful to just sit there and to be with her and to watch her play. I was able to see what a gift she truly is. I was able to realize what a privilege it is that I get to do this.
I'd like to live more of my moments this way.
After all, each of them is a gift, though I don't always treat them as such.
I'm working on it.
So, I am thankful for the things I listed above, but I'm also thankful for learning.
I'm thankful for the reminder that beauty and joy can be found in any of these masses of minutes we live in each day.
And I'm so thankful for the people who teach me to remember.