Or fanks as our kids used to say (I miss their speech impediments!).
My husband, my kids, my parents, family, friends, health, food, home, shelter... One could go on and on but there's no time today.
I'll just say, for the first day since Proposition 8 passed I didn't wake up at 5 AM or earlier from a frustrating debate in a dream with some guy justifying harm to my family in one way or another. I've been in full subconscious (and conscious) protective mode for a long time now.
Instead I woke up with the twins hopping in bed with a tickle assault. After I soundly defeated them and they begged for mercy, I went back to half sleep as they watched the parade. Now, there's something to be thankful about.
Happy Thanksgiving all.