I don’t know if the people I love in life know how much they mean to me. I don’t know that I tell them enough. I don’t know that they understand it or see it, or measure the value of my words and actions to them against those to others. I say it. I show it. I mean it. Yet how I see the world repeatedly proves to be not the way the world is or efforts to be. I’m extremely grateful for the Lady Talis. She’s changed my life. She’s redefined it and become the center of it. I’m grateful for the three new children she’s brought into my life, even though and often especially because of how much we clash and how much we manage to continue some vestige of a relationship in spite of it. Not all family loves each other or respects each other. We, at the very least, respect the idea of the family to the point where it allows us to maintain a family where others would not necessarily be able to continue. Most of that is because of the Lady Talis, whom I give thanks to most of all.
Thanksgiving, for me, is about reflecting on these things and being able to recognize the fortune that has shown on your life.