Today, on the Friday after Thanksgiving, I am thankful that my daughter has come home to visit for several days.
My daughter is thankful that the nasty intestinal virus didn’t attack while she was still on the airplane yesterday.
I’m thankful that we had planned to have our big turkey meal today and that the turkey is still frozen enough that we can wait and cook it tomorrow instead.
My daughter and I both are thankful that, after almost seven hours of her being violently ill last night, it seemed the worst was finally over and we went to bed at 4:00 AM and slept for four hours without incident.
I am thankful that my bucket-emptying duties appear to be over.
My daughter is thankful to be home where her mommy can take care of her.
My daughter is also thankful for gatorade and chamomile tea.
Did I mention I’m thankful she stopped throwing up?
Both of us are about to be thankful for a quiet house and a long afternoon nap.
And I will be extremely thankful if I get through the next several days without needing anyone to empty a bucket for me.