We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving Day as a proper holiday here in Malta. I know of some small communities here on The Rock who organise full-blown Thanksgiving dinners – turkey and stuffing and cranberries and all, but all in all it’s just a normal day like any other. In the USA it’s a day where people are grateful and thankful for all they have, and that for me is a just reason to celebrate.
I am thankful for my noisy home;
for the mess C makes when playing;
for the coo’s and cries B makes;
for the never-ending pile of dirty laundry;
for the brand-new make-up C pokes her finger into and destroys;
(and for the jewellery she destroys as well…;)
for being able to message my mother good morning every day;
for having a partner who just gets me;
for Auntie V who babysits B every morning while I take C to school;
for Nanna M who does so much for us;
for the laughs my two girls give me;
for living near my family and nobody being more than ten minutes away;
for having my very small circle of friends who make me feel normal when I’m feeling anything but;
I am grateful for love, life and health.
And again for love, love, love.