I wasn't going to do a list or say anything about the holiday, but this came to me while I was drinking my coffee this morning.
The couple walked after the traditional family dinner, the wind blew elm leaves, maple leaves and oak leaves across the park, the sidewalk and into the street. “You know what I’m thankful for?”
“What?”
“You, first of all,” he said. “You’re the best.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. She squeezed his hand. “You keep me grounded when I go off on my wild ideas.”
“No reality shows,” she said then. “We’ll never do anything that stupid.”
He laughed. In the fading light of the early evening, the lone car passing on the far side of the park had its lights on. “No,” he said. “Never anything like that. We have enough that we don’t need to do something like that.
“The kids, our jobs, the cats, everything we have is a lot and maybe more than some. We’ve got a roof, heat, lights, running water. The important stuff is covered.” The sidewalk curved gently to the west and they followed it, walking hand in hand to let dinner settle. The wind kicked up and she shivered a little at the coolness.
“It’s a survivor’s holiday, when you think about it,” he said. She laughed at that. “I’m serious,” he said.
“No, I see it,” she said.
“So being glad you’re alive is what Thanksgiving is about, when you get right down to it,” he said. “We take so much for granted.”
“Yeah,” she said.
“All the extras aren’t that important,” he said. “Today is what we should be thankful for.” They turned right and saw a squirrel with a walnut in its mouth zip across the sidewalk. “I think that a lot of people take a lot of things for granted.”
She moved his hand to her elbow and stuffed both her hands into the pockets of her fur-lined leather coat. “We have this conversation every year,” she said.
“I know,” he said, “but it’s true every year. We have a place to live, food to eat, jobs to keep us in the comfort we like and a family that we love. Everything else is just icing on that cake. I wish more people would realize that and stop complaining.”
“Like you are now?”
He frowned at her then realized she was right. “Yeah,” he said. The path was taking them back to the house where everyone was gathered. The dog was out in her yard, tracking their return and getting excited.
“I guess we survived another year, didn’t we?”
“No,” she said. “We lived pretty well another year. We’re thankful for that.” She kissed his cheek and the wind blew cold again, scattering more leaves in their path and into the very quiet street.
“As long as I get to spend my years with you,” he said, “I’m the most thankful man in the whole world.”
She put her head on his shoulder and they left the park path, crossing the little green space that would take them back to the house. “You better be,” she said.
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