Thanksgiving. I love this day. It’s always been about family for me, whether that means we’re related by blood or just by heart. We cook together, we pray together, we eat together. We play board games all afternoon and start off Christmas with a movie at night. This is a pretty perfect day to me.

Thanksgiving. I love the word.

First, is the thanks. I could fill a library writing down every one of my blessings. I’ve never wanted for anything important. I’ve been loved every day of my life. I’ve always been wanted and even needed, which is a pretty nice feeling. I’ve always had a bed to sleep in, food to eat, water to drink, and clothes to wear. I know God personally, he’s my go-to for everything. What else is there that I could possibly need?

And then there’s the giving part of Thanksgiving. Giving of yourself: your time, your laughter, your hugs. Just loving each other. Giving memories to each other, a gift that can never be stolen, one that is accessible at any moment, one that is valuable beyond any other gift.

Thanksgiving. So perfect.