When I made out my list at home, I noted at the top: Be Thankful. So, as I went through the aisles, cart swerving to miss other shoppers, this is what I came up with:
I'm thankful for parents who are trying to shop from their long lists while corralling kids, or juggling one on a hip. And grateful that I don't have to take kids with me to the grocery store anymore. I was never very good at that.
I'm thankful for the military families who had a table set up outside the store, handing out lists of items they need for care packages, and with Christmas cards ready to sign, that they will mail to the troops. It makes it so easy to support the troops this way, something that I love to do and usually put off until it is three days before Christmas, and too late to send a card. And I'm grateful that the veterans in my family all got home safe and sound.
I'm thankful that the whole reason for the hustle and bustle is so that we can all provide our families with delicious feasts and gather together for the day. It's easy to forget that this is something we get to do, and are able to do. Not everyone has that privilege.
I'm thankful for shoppers who keep their sense of humor, and for the young clerk who wanted to hear about how I make my dressing. And I'm grateful for pre-cubed bread -- yet another shortcut.
And I'm thankful for my husband (who I used to call DH on this blog, and for the longest time he thought it stood for 'damn husband' -- of course it's DEAR husband!). When I got home, we were unloading the groceries, and I announced that I'm not making sweet potatoes this year. "Are you disappointed?" I asked. "No, I'm not," he said. "But you will be, it's your favorite part of Thanksgiving."
Just kidding about that last part. But, how I do love that man. Coming home to him makes me most thankful.