The
Aussies don’t celebrate Thanksgiving with a holiday as we do. Its spring now,
not fall harvest, and they didn’t have Pilgrims.
But I'm
celebrating tonight with a stuffed roast chicken (turkey's not common) dinner. I have
much to be thankful for.
Just
being here in Australia is enough, but…
I give
thanks for my health and that of my family including my parents who are still
doing well in their seventies.
I give
thanks that my daughters are happy in their careers and lives.
A day doesn't go by that I don't appreciate the sacrifice they and Keith made in allowing me to be here this year.
I give
thanks for Keith’s commitment, patience, love and support that I feel even
though he’s half a world away.
I'm
grateful to all the people who have offered me support and friendship here in
Australia.
And, I
give thanks to you, my friends, who have kept in touch through e-mail, Skype
and this blog.
1 comment:
Somehow doesn't feel like Thanksgiving without the usual indicators of changing colours, crisp air, and the smell of pumpkin pie (it'a 35 degrees here today and the Jacaranda blossoms are out)...but I share and echo your sentiments.
Stephanie
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