Thanksgiving & Everyday Gratitude

Later today, Bill and I will be heading to Disney World, where we will spend Thanksgiving plus a few more days alone together.

It’s not our turn to be with the kids on Thanksgiving this year because we have to do that thing where we share them with the in-laws. Bummer. But we must be fair. I mean, how disrespectful and inconsiderate would it be if it were the in-laws' turn for a holiday and Bill and I just happened to show up at the last minute and expected the plans to change to suit us, not that we would ever consider doing that because OMG. Rude.

Anyway, we are staying at Animal Kingdom Lodge, one of our favorite resorts, where I plan on a little hot tub time, a little giraffe watching time, and then a not-so-little dinner at Liberty Tree Tavern, the IT restaurant at Disney World on Thanksgiving. Snagging a reservation there has about the same odds as getting struck by lightning or hitting the Powerball. And in other good news: No cooking! No dishes!

On Friday, we’ll be at Disney Springs, where we will get into the Christmas spirit and shop with the other 30 million people who will also be getting into the Christmas spirit and shopping, and I’m not complaining about that. I am grateful that I still have two (almost 60-year-old) legs that can walk 20,000 plus steps a day, and we will be in our happy place.

And while all of that Disney magic is great, it’s the smaller, sillier things that really round out my gratitude list. Things like my family and friends, good pizza, Titos and soda, a fitted sheet cooperating on the first try, remembering why I walked into a room, pants that fit after a weekend of questionable choices, a rare good hair day, hitting all the green lights and feeling like the universe is on my side, a grocery cart that doesn’t wobble like a newborn giraffe, and those rare moments when Bill hears me the first time I speak.

Enjoy your turkey day and feel free to share what you’re grateful for!

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