I am so blessed to have a loving Father in Heaven, and to know that He is there, He loves me, and He knows me. I am thankful for the miracle of the atonement, and the chance He gives me to repent, to change. I am grateful I can talk to Him and to know that He listens. I am thankful for a family who gives me a glimpse at what God’s love for His children must be like, a family that puts up with me and loves me despite my imperfections. I am thankful for one who let me taste love, if only for a while. I am grateful for friends with whom I can laugh, cry, argue, adventure, or just sit, in silence, and have it mean more than anything. I am thankful for people who are patient with me. I am thankful for people who let me into their lives, who let me learn from them. I am thankful for life: for its struggles and how they help me grow, for its comforts, for its joys, for the things in it worth working for, for its beauty.
A new goal of mine:
“There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude.”
-vocalize my gratitude more often.
I could make a list of all the things I’m grateful – and it would go on for quite awhile, but I think instead I’ll just elaborate on a few of them.
Today I am also thankful for food. I love food and I’d like to think I’ve acquired pretty good taste. You see, my mother if a phenomenal cook. Everyone says that, I know, so I’ll put it into perspective; She’s traveled to more places than most people know about and when she’s there she likes to take cooking classes. For example, when my dad went on business to China, she came along and decided to spend time mastering the chinese cuisine. She’s also been dreaming about going back to italy and taking the brick oven class so she could learn how to actually use the one in our kitchen. Now that we live in New Hampshire she occasionally teaches her own cooking classes (Chefs Abroad) but spends the rest of the time coming up with delectable recipes for us. One problem is she hardly ever uses a recipe so its hard to recreate some of the masterpieces she comes up with. My favorite things she makes: Butter chicken (chicken tikka masala), hands down, but I talked about that yesterday. Pad Thai is another favorite (and what I live on now that I’m at school). Her stir-fry, like her pasta, is never the same and never less than delicious. Her Japanese is good too but we have that much less often. Oh I almost forgot, she makes incredible bread. At home I don’t really eat store bought bread. My favorite was when she would put the dough in the bread machine at night and set a timed finish so it was done right when I woke up for seminary. Her french bread is also to die for, I’ve tried it at school a few times but its just not the same. One of my big fears in life is I will never be able to cook like her but I’ve been consoled by my father. His logic: I like good food too much to settle for anything less. Today though, I am thankful for a good old fashioned thanksgiving feast. 🙂