This Thanksgiving I am thankful for waking up in a bed covered in all my old blankets.

I am thankful for waking up in a house full of people who love and argue and love to argue.

Full of people who turn the tv up too loud to watch the parade and make a mess in the kitchen from breakfast.

I am thankful for my dog and the walk we take around the quiet, average neighborhood that I've lived in much of my life.

I am thankful for the car ride over to my grandma's that lasts less than ten minutes and never lets a song finish on the radio because no one can decide which station to stay on.

I am thankful for my first dinner of the day and my second dinner of the day.

I am thankful that neither of these dinners are the biggest most decadent dinners I've ever had.

I am thankful for the family that surrounds me with stories I've already heard because we spend so much time together, nothing is news.

I am thankful for the shopping lists that are made in the evening over coffee and dessert.

I am thankful for this thanksgiving being exactly like every other one I can remember from my whole life.

I am thankful for this unextraordinary day and the blessing it is for nothing about this day to be particularly different from any other day. That fact is a gift I am wildly undeserving of, but will accept gratefully for as long as it remains true.