Thanksgiving, it's all over. Well, except for the leftovers......and those are going fast. F.Y.I, the pie, both pumpkin and apple, are gone. Not even a crumb left for Dexter.
There's a lot to be thankful for.
There's my husband. He's always been good to me. In the past few months, he's been absolutely amazing, caring for me and taking over for me when I've been out of commission. Especially during the last few weeks since my surgery.
Our four fabulous kiddos. They scrap and squabble like any other kids....and at the end of the day, they take care of each other. They've also been so understanding about my invalid status and have been very helpful. (We're all missing hugs though. Soon.)
My parents. For taking care of me post-surgery, and for being with us for Thanksgiving this year. For the thousands of things they do for us that I forget to thank them for.
Thankful for the surgeon that skillfully operated on my Uncle.
For family far away.
For friends, both near and far.
For the fact that I have an understanding boss and wonderful co-workers.
I've been feeling glum. Recovery has been so very slow, (at least it feels like it). Infection, meds, the inability to control and "fix" this. Feeling like I'll never be well enough to go back to work, run, lift heavy things.....
I should be thankful that my surgery was not for a life-threatening reason.
I am a lucky gal.....even if I can be a grump who forgets.