happy thanksgiving

because a snowy mornning
and the parade on tv
and cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven
and a day off
   (after a very, very long week)
and coffee in the mug
and a mimosa in the glass
and a casserole to be baked
and a phone call with the family
and a boyfriend on the couch
and every other single little thing
that we take for granted
   (and never really stop to think about)
that gives us the strength and love and compassion
to exist yet another day.