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Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Best of FriedOkra: It's Okay to be Thankful in June, Too, Right?

The husband recommended that I make Saturdays "The Best of FriedOkra" days for the summer. (He maybe watches a little too much Frasier?) I don't think it's a terrible idea, I'm just not sure I have many posts that'd qualify for such a category. Between you and me, let's just call it, "The What-I-Could-Scrape-Up-That-Didn't-Make-Me-Shake-My-Head-in-Embarrassed-Wonderment-That-I-Ever-Published-It-The-First-Time of FriedOkra."

Thanksgiving, at Dawn

Bean woke up and shuffled into our dark bedroom an hour ago, at four in the morning.
I'm thankful my daughter's getting so grown up and fearless.

We went back to her room, snuggled under her covers and read a story together.
I'm thankful for all the books we could ever want, right around the corner, FREE, at our beautiful little barn-shaped public library.

After the story, I lay with her for just a minute, pressing my cheek against hers, kissing her forehead, holding her close.
I'm thankful for her smell, her softness, the remnants of babyhood that still stubbornly cling to her big girl self.

Then I went back to bed and curled up into my sweet, warm husband who slept through all that but still immediately wound an arm around my waist and tucked his face into my neck.
I'm thankful for my best friend, the way we fit together, the way he's always kept me warm and safe in one way or another since the day we first met.

I lay beside him, willing myself back to sleep, but with my head full of excitement and plans for the day ahead. The week ahead. The month ahead. Sleep wouldn't come.
I'm thankful for these moments of quiet thinking without interruption, pretty much whenever I can get them.

I got up and lifted a few slats in the blinds, and looked out the windows to admire the season's first snow, having fallen silently overnight, frosting everything I saw: the homes of my neighbors and friends, the sidewalk and street, the trees.
I'm thankful for this, our prairie life, so different from what I've known, yet so much a home to me now.

I thought of my parents' waking soon down South, probably for their last Thanksgiving morning in my childhood home.
I'm thankful for my parents. Plain and simple.

I reflected on Thanksgivings past. Where I was, who I was. What I have learned and how God has shaped me in my lifetime. The simple miracle of growing up and becoming that accompanies aging.
I am thankful for every part of my history, even the painful parts.

I await the sunrise now and the start of a new, busy, happy day. I anticipate an afternoon of delicious food and family time with my sweet friends and their children.
I'm thankful for the blessing of having a deep, valued old friendship made new again, and the chance to spend this day celebrating together with our families. How the past and the present meet comfortably, and our children's laughter now mingles with our own.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody.

Originally posted November 22, 2007.

8 comments:

  1. Good idea your husband had! I like all your posts and this way I don't have to work my way all through the archives. And this particular post is beautiful, there is indeed so much to be grateful for. Even this post, so thank you.

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  2. I agree with marianne...I don't thik I've read all through your archives, so this is a wonderful way to get to know you better.

    And how much do I love this post? I can hardly wait for Autumn to get here - it's my favorite season next to Spring. I love the turning of the leaves and looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas. :)

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  3. That Al is pretty smart! I enjoyed this post.

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  4. I love that your hubby considers your blog. Mine too! And now I'm really hungry for Thanksgiving dinner. Anyone else?

    Steph

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  5. okay....so was he hoping you'd have at least one day free from blogging? tee hee?
    my hubby is always wondering when this blogging thing will blow over. LOL

    great post! :)

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  6. You rock, woman! I've given you an award at my place.

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  7. That man, he is a genius. I think it is fun to revist older posts at times. They were great to read the first time, why not read them again. But digging through the archives, not so fun.

    I promise to give Al credit if I steal his/your idea.

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  8. That's a beautiful post Megan, I love it!

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