It is that time of the year where we all get together, argue sports, politics, and for some religion. All three seem to go against the whole notion of being thankful. Right now I am thinking about Tina, who is upstairs sleeping, and who is recovering from a Myelogram procedure she endured yesterday. This is not what she wanted to have happen. She was looking forward to going to her daughter’s home in Brainerd and celebrate Thanksgiving with her family. So was I.

Still, despite the change of plans, I am thankful. I have Tina in my life. She spoils me. And I spoil her. It’s a mutual spoilage relationship. Yes, I know. That doesn’t really sound right. Just go with the content and it makes sense.

Anyway, despite the lack of travel and family time I am still grateful for what I have. And ultimately, love is not always about getting together, eating delicious meals, and wrestling with the grand critters. Not that those are bad things. Actually, they’re quite wonderful. But still, love is also in the heart. It’s in the memories. It’s in the knowledge and understanding that no matter the time spent apart, once together it feels as if there’s been no time apart.

And that is not just with family. It is also with friends. Some of my oldest friendships I formed back in the 80s are like that. So to with recently formed friendships where life changes moved them from my life. Yet they too fill my heart with love.

Sometimes I feel as if I don’t do enough to show just how much I appreciate all my relationships. Words can be so hollow, so inadequate for communicating my feelings of gratitude. Just know that as insignificant as my words may seem, they are meant to convey feelings that exceed my ability to express.