Our family had dinner with a number of friends on Saturday Night and we all spent some time talking about what we were thankful for.
I thought my wife had the most interesting/unique thought: she is thankful for St. Louis. She had a number of reasons, and even has her own blog. Maybe that should be her next writing topic.
I went next to last. I thought of a lot of things I am not thankful for. I am not thankful for my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Maybe I should be. I am not thankful for the familiarity of the seventh floor of Barnes Jewish Hospital. I am not thankful for the fact that we currently own two houses (although we certainly put ourselves in this spot). Do I need to say I am not thankful for Cancer? Probably not…
I am thankful for my kids. On Saturday we repeatedly got dirty playing in the leaves. I am thankful that I just sit and watch my kids more than I used to. I don’t think I sucked at it before, but I didn’t enjoy it like I do now. They are so beautiful, so destructive, so funny, so temperamental. A good speaker I have heard a few times states that of 100 people interviewed who were over 95 they almost inevitably came to 3 conclusions about what they wished they had done differently: risked more, reflected more, and done more for their legacy. This year has been about growing in the second one… which probably affects the 3rd one. And, the first one if you’re operating with a good set of definitions.
I am also thankful for my wife, who I learned a lot about this year. But, when I got to that point of the “I am thankful for toast” I started crying and rambling.
I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Hopefully I will remember to tell you, the faithful readers, how it went. If you feel like praying I would appreciate it.
PS – I fixed the link…