What memory are you grateful for?
Well, Thanksgiving is coming up and for some reason, I thought of a Thanksgiving at my great grandma’s house many years ago. I was only six or seven and my Dad’s family had crowded into her small ranch house. I was in her kitchen watching her cook or clean or whatever she was doing at that point and I remember just listening to her tell me stories (I don’t really remember them) and I asked if I could have a cookie out of her large glass cookie jar on the counter. She pulled a chair up to the counter for me so I could climb up and pull out one of those little round Italian cookies covered in chocolate sprinkles.
So what memory are you thankful for?