I’ve grown to be more sentimental over the years. With age comes a better appreciation for the simple things in life, especially when you realize that some of the simpler times were taken for granted. That’s why I love November. It reminds me of the good old days.
Last week I hauled my massive, back-breaking bin of memories upstairs to rummage through vintage polaroids pictures and collection of sacred memorabilia. For some reason, the month we celebrate Thanksgiving comes with feelings of nostalgia.
November smells of my grandmother’s spiced apples and feels like my mother’s hugs and kisses. It’s the month I embraced my father for the first time.
I smiled as I gathered a few pictures and posted them in the family group chat I share with my siblings, children, niece, and nephews. We reminisced about the good old days. The moments I’m sure we didn’t realize at the time, would be so valuable today.
Together as children, my siblings and I shared many days of crying, laughter, playing, getting into trouble, and simply spending time with one another — no cell phones. No email. Just precious moments of face-to-face interaction.
This season reminds me of how grateful I am to have the people I love in my life. Although both of my biological parents and beloved grandmother are gone, I still have family on this earth that I will continue to make memories with.
Above all else, November reminds me that being grateful encompasses more than what we see on the surface. It’s deeper than appreciating having food on the table or clothes on our backs.
Gratitude is what we feel when we are surrounded by the family and friends we share the same space and time with. They are the ones who often open our eyes to see the value of life.
All the best always, and thank you for reading.