My husband loves Thanksgiving because he adores having a secular holiday devoted to one thing: gratefulness. Being Latina, I’m less enthused by Thanksgiving; it’s not something celebrated throughout Mexico, and my family’s attempts to celebrate always seemed a little half-hearted. But these days, I try to see it through my husband’s eyes. This year, a somewhat turbulent year in Casa Writer, I’m grateful for several things:
- My husband. An understanding, kind, humorous man who wants to do right by me and I know loves me to Pluto and back. We strive to understand each other even if we don’t always agree with what the other is saying. Our marriage is strong, but this has admittedly been a hard year for us. We’re learning new ways to communicate and changing together; not an easy process, but one we want to continue doing together for many, many years to come. A marriage is always a work in progress, after all. I love him to pieces and am so lucky to have found him.
- My family. My parents are some of the most wonderful human beings on the face of this planet. My dad is funny and gentle, but loves a good political rant. My mom is sweet and caring; she’s never stopped thinking about me as her baby girl. My sister is my best friend, fashion consultant, and confidant; my brothers, polar opposites, are amazing guys who make me laugh and keep me sane. I can’t wait to see them all in a month.
- My body. I’ve been remarkably harsh on my poor body this year because of TTC. It’s not fair. This is the same body that’s cut 10 minutes off of my Cherry Blossom 10 Mile time in the course of four races; the same body that rarely gets sick; the same body that’s actually quite normal cycle-wise and really doesn’t play tricks on me (I just like to think it does); the same body that took well to cycling and is enjoying rowing; the same body that my husband loves (and he begs for me to please not lose that butt); the same body that’s never, ever failed me (I’m still here, aren’t I?). I want to do better by it.
- My brain. This is the brain that got me into two top public universities; the brain that helps me write short stories that aren’t perfect, but are good; the brain that knows my writing and editing are awesome no matter what my six-month job from hell may say; the brain that will make me successful in my new job. This is the brain that knows how to analyze literature, toss out a funny and sarcastic line that makes my husband double over laughing, and can assess situations well. Thanks, brain. May you never be zombified.
- My friends. Alongside my husband, these are the people who laugh with me (sometimes at), think of me enough to discuss their own problems with me (an honor), and help talk sense into me (and they are all over the country!). I count those who comment here among those friends; sure, we only know each other though the series of tubes, but you all offer great advice and encouragement selflessly; I hope I can do the same for you as time goes on. Friends are people you choose to have in your life; the people I’ve chosen and who have chosen me in return are wonderful, exceptional people.