- First and foremost, I must express my gratitude to God for my life and the beauties of the earth. A great man once said, “how much happier we are in the presence of a grateful and loving soul, and how careful we should cultivate, through the medium of a prayerful life, a thankful attitude toward God and man.” i
- Family history has always been important to me, bringing me close to my roots for which I owe my life – literally. I’ll write future posts about my family history work and what I’ve uncovered.
- I’m grateful for a loving, caring, loud and ruckus family while growing up. I’m especially thankful for parents who adored me and spoiled me relentlessly.
- I even grateful to be the younger sister to four older brothers. I know what you’re thinking. How can she be grateful for four older brothers? It was hard to welcome their teasing and their playful torment, but that showed their affection.
- I’m grateful to have grown up in a very, very small town where it could snow from September to July. But I could honestly say I walked uphill both ways to and from school in the snow. Beat that if you can.
- I recognize the good times we shared and appreciate warm family ties with my brothers as adults.
- I love my brothers, their wives, their children and their children’s children.
- I’m thankful for the love of a good man who has reaffirmed daily for the past thirty one years, that he loves me and chooses to ignore or appreciate my phobias and antics, my stubbornosity.
- I shall be forever grateful for his strength, because he kept me moving when I wanted to throw my hands up in aggravation or run for the beach shouting, “Life’s unfair.”
- And yes, even though our life has been anything but smooth seafaring, we’ve negotiated troubled waters with faith, finding a safe harbor in each other.
- My thirty year old son has been both the joy of my life and my greatest sadness. I’m still proud of him and what he has accomplished. He still tells me he loves me. What more can a mother ask?
- My talents, though not great when compared with others, are none-the-less mine and what I have accomplished with them, I shall be forever grateful. It still amazes me I have written a book and it’s published for the world to see.
- I’m grateful for the efforts of my mentors – those fabulous teachers who took raw writing talent and helped mold it. Toni, Shelly, Beth, Paul, Tim, and various other mentors who are far too many to name. I write because I have to – it fulfills me and lets me express my gratitude in words.
- I’m thankful for music. It has been a source of happiness my whole life. One of the best thing my parents ever did for me was buy me a little record player and happy, upbeat children’s songs on old 78 records. When I was six years old, I wanted to be Julie Andrews. This obsession with music has served me well learning to play the piano and singing. I can usually answer my husband’s questions in the form of a line from a song and still enjoy sharing music in choirs today.
- I share my appreciation with my readers in the form of a give-a-way this Thanksgiving season. Without readers, what would authors do? Write menus for local restaurants?
i Joseph F. Smith, Gospel Doctrine, 5th ed. (1939), 263.
ii Aldous Huxley, Themes and Variations (1954), 66.