What do you have that counts? If you’re counting the house and the cars/SUVs and the boats and the vacation homes and the bank accounts and the frequent flyer miles and the botox injections and the fake nails and other assorted body parts and the fancy jobs with the cushy offices, maybe even approaching retirement with a hefty pension and a condo at the beach… well, if that’s what’s most important to you, then I got nuttin’.
What I do have though, is a house that I love that does not look like a showplace and isn’t even nearly paid for. PD (mostly) and I have worked our butts off to make it a comfortable home that I love to come home to everyday. A home where the grandkids can run and giggle and play. A place for family and friends to gather and enjoy laughter and food and hugs. The place where I can sleep at night and feel safe and warm. A place that holds tons of happy memories and will always have room for more. The place where I live with my PD that we call “Home.”
Just one thing that I’m thankful for amidst a whole slew of things.