By Michaela Gibson Morris/NEMS Daily Journal
This is the week we pause as a nation and give thanks. We’ll gather together as families – some created by birth, some created by choice. We’ll hold hands, pray and share our thanks before digging into our feasts.
After a less than civil election season – and honestly when have election seasons ever been civil? – you can hear a collective sigh of relief that we’ve moved on.
Nearly half of us may not be happy with the outcome of the presidential election, but we’re grateful to live in a country where each election cycle doesn’t set the stage for civil war.
Some folks have been warming up for Thursday’s main appreciation event the whole month. The news feed on my Facebook has been full of warm fuzzies from friends far and near.
The cynics among us might note that the gratitude seems to evaporate in the early morning hours of Black Friday when people stampeded by a hyped-up sense of scarcity revel in the hunt for deep discounts.
The blessings in our lives are deeper than the insanity of holiday shopping. They transcend the bright and shiny trappings of modern American life.
An attitude of gratitude is attractive all year long.
There are big things to be thankful for in our lives. Most of us think first of family, friends, good health and meaningful work. There are the blessings we count when we watch the news. There are no rockets raining down on our heads the way they are in Gaza, Israel and Syria.
But the little blessings every day are waiting to lift our spirits and remind us how fortunate we are, no matter the state of our bank account. It’s the extra pink in a fall sunset. It’s the soft fur of a cat that cuddles up for a nap.
I’m grateful for the giggle that comes from deep in my daughter’s belly when she thinks something is truly funny.
I love the spontaneous hugs my son gives me for no reason at all.
I’m thankful I’ve made friends who like to chat and exercise at the same time. My life wouldn’t be as bright without the little inside jokes that pass back and forth between my husband and me.
Those are the blessings I want to cherish the other 11 months of the year.
Michaela Gibson Morris is a Daily Journal staff writer. Contact her at (662) 678-1599 or firstname.lastname@example.org.