Years back, when my niece was just a tiny gal, she was asked, in a room full of tinies, what she was thankful for.
“I’m thankful…for all the people…in my heart,” her small mouth stuttered out.
Screw the turkey, the mashed potatoes, our houses, our cars.
Screw our aspirations, our lost dreams, our scars.
Let’s follow a child down their tunnel-visioned path.
Let’s simply — and astoundingly — be thankful for all the people in our heart.