Going around the table today at our Thanksgiving feast - we, one by one, young and old - tried to express to our table mates and family members the things that make us thankful. (My son was rather eloquent in his praise of his wife and family and employment status.) My 3 year old grandson was sitting on my right - and was one of the last to express himself. As each family member spoke, NTM, was keeping up a running commentary to me: "Granma, I'm thankful for my Dad and my Mom." "Granma, I'm thankful for Grandpa - and for you." (Grandpa is not mine - he is "Other Grandma's.) And then, when it came time for my Sweet Baby Boy to express himself, he says: "I'm thankful for my shoes." When I mentioned all the other thanks he had told me before it was his turn, NTM said "Yes, Granma, but, I'm REALLY thankful for my shoes." Auntie told him it was a very good thing to be thankful for our shoes and we had a very pleased 3 year old turkey butt at our table reminding us all that it's the small things in life- like Spiderman shoes, that we can be thankful for, and find our joy.
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