Thanksgiving is just over a week away, and it’s one of my most favorite days of the year.  Not only because I love to cook and to shove food in my face before falling into a tryptophan induced coma, but because every year I become more and more in awe of what I have to be thankful for.  Regardless of the shit life handed me in the 364 days since the last Thanksgiving, I’m amazed at all the blessings life has bestowed upon me.  While I still have a week to become even more thankful, I thought I’d get a jump on it and talk about all the reasons I am thankful.

I am thankful for my soon-to-be husband, T.  He constantly amazes me with his ability to put up with my shit, remain calm and make me feel like a good person.  Even on the darkest days (which in the past week, there have been plenty) he gives me strength and beats it into my brain that I am lovely.  When our relationship is tested (or at least when in my crazy girl brain, I feel like our relationship is being tested), his commitment to me to us only shines brighter.  I have finally found a partner where being 100% myself – good, bad, and real – is expected, cherished and nurtured.  I am forever grateful for having him in my life and humbled that he wants to spend the rest of our lives together.

I am thankful for friends.  In particular, I am thankful for Kali.  She has gone above and beyond what any friend should have to do, and while I would do the exact same thing for her any day of the week without blinking an eye, I am so appreciative of her and stunned by her selflessness.  Let’s just say, if you were to ever have to send a text in the middle of the night telling someone you’re in trouble with the hopes that they find you, I sincerely hope you have a Kali in your life.

I’m thankful for such supportive and caring parents.  No matter what I do, or how badly I screw up, I am always certain they are going to be on my side.  As I get older and realize how many of my friends do not have supportive parents, the more thankful I am.  If I am in need, they are the first to offer help.  They are one of the very few that would rather be a part of the solution than sit there and say “I told you so”.  I feel so blessed to have been raised by them, and not only claim them as my parents, but call them my friends.

I’m thankful for my brother, who is one of the most selfless people I know.  If it were freezing outside and you were cold, he’d give you his shirt.  I love his loyalty and his overwhelming generosity.  G’s ability to “be the bigger person” and his desire to do so far surpasses his young age.  His inner-geekiness makes me laugh, but his ability to remain true to himself and make himself happy instead of trying to fit into the social norms is incredibly refreshing.  His morals never waiver and his dedication to being a genuinely caring and good person are constantly astonishing me.  On the downside, it’s going to take one hell of an amazing lady to be good enough to marry my brother – those, my friend, are few and far between.

Let’s see…I could go on and on, but I think I’ll leave it at that for now and dole out some more thankfulness in the coming days.

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