Thanks for the world.
For all things that fly, walk, crawl, and sit and be still.
Thanks for the laughter of children, the warm smiles of friends and the soft touch of the gentle heart.
Thanks for the cat on the computer, the magic marker in the boy’s little hand and the Beanie Babies looking down at me.
Thanks for the turkey and the pig who provide their flesh for our meals. Thanks for the carrots, and sweet potatoes that nobody likes, thanks for the tart cranberry for keeping us awake when the deliciousness of the day threatens to put us to sleep.
Thanks for families, quiet moments and dancing in the rain.
Thanks for the tables beneath our food and the roofs above it.
Then there are the rugs, carpets, blankets, jackets, and scarves that keep us warm.
And the wood floors, bookshelves, and sideboards which keep our shoes on and our minds sharp.
Thank you for good books (and bad ones), excellent movies (and really stupid ones) and radical video games (and educational ones).
Thanks for the mess for at least I have a house to be messy. Thanks for the tears, for at least I have eyes to cry them with; thanks for bumps and bruises, for a least I have the children to get bumped and bruised; and thanks for worry, for it keeps us on our toes.
Thanks for the opportunity to know those here and those gone, the myriad of exceptional human beings parading through our lives who give us gifts of themselves.
Thanks for the dragons, witches, flying monkeys, white rabbits and hobbits of the mind who raced one another for enlightenment.
Thanks for mothers and fathers and patience and anger.
Thanks for horse potty, guinea pig swirls and ferret noses.
Thanks for the world, for without it we would have nowhere to live.