Last night I got home from dance to see a few guests still with my parents and they were all enjoying themselves. My own Dad's white elephant gift was a portrait of Barack Obama and some how The Tuckers or Heldridges managed to get it hung up in place of a different portrait in our kitchen before they sneaked away. I was the first to spot it, and laughter ensued quickly :)
I was up late, but having a scare with a friend of yours does something to you I guess... Last night I just sat by the computer and almost caught myself with a few tears. just because. I have it so good. there are always downsides, they always stink, and they're always going to be there. But so are the upsides. And as long as there are upsides then the downsides shouldn't really matter..... That's why anyone in their right mind always loves thanksgiving, right? there's so much to be thankful for, and it goes way beyond history and the pilgrims helped the indians so this holiday is really, once again about the powers of friendship.
Like, shut up! that's what the public says about every holiday that was meant to be religious in any way. And it's not true. The truth is a pure celebration of love. The kind of love that God has given us. the kind of love that makes us thankful. The same kind that makes me think "God I love them" when my friends come to my mind.
And that's why there are no "lucky few." We've got the love. We are a lucky all.
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