Another Thanksgiving has come and gone.
After all the preparations were said and done and the meal was served, I paused and looked around my table of plenty and said a silent "thank-you."
Not ALL of my nearest and dearest were at that table, but my heart was not filled with a sense of longing, but rather with a deep satisfaction and a quiet peace that made me smile.
I don't know how many of those "moments" each of us are granted in 1 lifetime, but I was grateful for that moment. Fleeting as it was. It was.
I pray that my decision to quit smoking will permit me more of these "moments".
When it's all said and done, aren't the moments in your life worth more than the days of your life?
To quote Shelby in "Steel Magnolias" "Mama, I would rather have 30 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special."
If not smoking can offer some more "wonderful", so be it. I can give up "nothing special".