It’s not the achievements or the money. It’s the hands I held, the love I felt, and the grace I was given even when I didn’t deserve it.
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The hugs. The forgiveness. The second chances.
I’m thankful I told my dad I loved him before he passed. That my son still calls me “pops.” That my wife held my hand when I couldn’t walk.
Thankfulness isn’t about the big things. It’s about who stood by you when you were small.