***This post was originally written as a Guest Blog post for Momstown.ca.***
“Would you be able to write a short and sweet story about being grateful, thankful, or what Thanksgiving means to your kids”? This email popped into my Inbox from Momstown’s Director of Marketing and Media last week, and I’ve been thinking about it all weekend.
The part that’s been stumping me is where to start. There is no doubt that I am over-the-top thankful for all of the things that I have in my life, and I do pause each day to consciously reflect on my gratitude and give thanks. Believe me, I don’t take it for granted. But, again, where do I start? I guess I start at the start.
I am thankful that I finished my degree at the University of Calgary and still didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.
I am thankful that I got a receptionist job at a sports-based chiropractic clinic and found the path to my future.
I am thankful that I applied to Chiropractic College in Toronto, and moved my life across the country the following year.
I am thankful that I said yes to a classmate’s offer to set me up on a blind date.
I am thankful that I knew from the very first night that I met him, that he was “the one”.
I am thankful for choices and coincidences, fate and luck, and right-time-right-place moments.
I am thankful for my husband, because he’s the start. He’s where it all began. He’s the one who gave me my incredible children and helped me build this wonderful life we are lucky enough to share today.
I am thankful for the start.