Thankful
It was the morning of Thanksgiving. Thankful Thomas was surprised to see his wife, Dorothy just sitting at the kitchen table, crying.
“What is wrong?” asked Thankful Thomas, wrapping his arms around his wife.
“I don’t think I want to cook Thanksgiving dinner,” said Dorothy, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
“You don’t have to,” said Thankful Thomas. “But, please tell me what is wrong.”
“I don’t feel I have anything to be thankful for,” said Dorothy. “It is Thanksgiving and I have sat here for the last hour thinking. We are getting old and that scares me.”
“True,” said Thankful Thomas. “We are not spring chickens any more. 79 is getting up there. However, we do have a lot to be thankful for. We have our health, we have our house but more importantly, we have each other.”
“I am sorry,” said Dorothy, thinking about what Thankful Thomas had just said. “You are right. I am just a blubbering old fool.”
“You are my blubbering old fool,” said Thankful Thomas, laughing.
“I guess I should get that turkey in the oven,” said Dorothy.
“You will do no such thing,” said Thankful Thomas. “I will cook Thanksgiving dinner. You can just sit and relax.”
Thankful Thomas did cook Thanksgiving dinner and Dorothy was very thankful to him. She was able to sit and relax and reflect on the things she was thankful for, including Thankful Thomas.
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