Thankful

Another Thanksgiving come and gone. This year was extra special because we hosted both sides of the family in our home for Thanksgiving. We were not certain that we could fit that many in the house, but as our forefathers did, we made it work and everyone had a wonderful meal. Food and drink were plentiful, the kids played nicely, football on the TV. Typical realy.

When it came time to say grace I was ready. I had picked out a prayer by Emerson that I thought was good and it was non-denomenational (mixed religions in the room means that grace can become a point of contention if not handled with deference to all). Then someting happened that I did not expect. I bowed my head to read the words and got all choked up, almost to the point where I could not finish. I was not even sure why I felt the way I did. No one said anything and i have no idea what the rest of the family thought. So, the only one I needed to explain this to was me. Once everyone was gone and it was on to the long holiday weekend (and the honey-do list) I started to mull it over in my head. When the answer came to me I almost smacked myself in the forehead.

Something so simple.

It had been a Perfect Moment.

The fact that we were all there, together, breaking bread as a family on a beautiful fall day, happy, healthy, not thinking about our troubles or issues.

A Perfect Moment.

In this world, in the age that we live, these moments are rare.

We gather to be thankful for many things. Children, Spouse, family, health (of ourselves and the aforementioned), roof over our heads, job (especially these days), food on the table, etc. This list goes on. The one thing that goes unsaid but is (hopefully) felt by all is that thanks for that moment in time.

It comes and goes in an instant and we never know when (or if) the next one will come.