Thanksgiving is fast approaching, and this time of year always puts me in a reflective mood. As the daylight wanes and the weather turns cold, I struggle to push away the darkness in my head. November inevitably turns into December, the worst month of the year. However, despite my often jaded, pessimistic outlook, I am thankful for the love in my life.
My own flesh and blood has never been a consistent source of love or happiness, but I have an amazing chosen family. My husband, two cats, our best friends, even my work family bring me so much joy.
I know I'll spend Thanksgiving with fabulous friends and we'll spend the day cooking and eating delicious food, drinking wine, and sharing our day together. I look forward to that warm, fuzzy feeling I get knowing we've found our own family in one another as we sit around the table, laughing and telling stories. Everyone feels welcome. It's a warmth I never knew as a child, and I'm so thankful I found it. I may not have a traditional family, but I'm having the last laugh anyway.
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