24th November 2011
I nearly didn’t write one of these Thanksgiving posts this year. I think because he is not here today I have felt rather removed from the whole Thanksgiving band wagon. I know that will change on Saturday when we introduce 6 of our wonderful friends to the joys of a traditional Thanksgiving dinner but right now I am just not feeling it. However he has just left for the airport and tomorrow morning will finally be back in the UK with me and so as I lay here alone in my rather large bed I couldn’t help but start to ponder all that the next few days will bring and so I decided to write.
I have so much in my life to be thankful for to be honest. I own my home, I have a car (bit old but it does the job) I have food in the cupboards, clothes in the wardrobe and various bit and bobs that I have accumulated over the year scattered around and I have enough money to keep the wolf from the door so to speak and I am grateful for those things I truly am. I am fully aware that many people don’t have that type of security and I know I am lucky. However I have come to learn that those things, although precious and wonderful are really just the icing on the cake because it is the people in life that really make the cake worth eating. (Like my metaphor there?)
You see I learnt a long time ago that if the cake is old, mouldy and stale underneath the icing who really gives a fuck about how pretty the icing is?
For me it is the people in my life that I am truly grateful for today. My children (even thought they can be utter beasts) and my wonderful friends (The Plumpkin Fairy, Miss Indecisive, The Kiwi, The Big Brother, The Rebel, The Texan, The Vegan, The Grumpy Scouser The Munch Bunch, The Erotic Meeter, The Twitters, The Bloggers, to name but a few) who have enriched my life beyond anything I could ever have imaged. You know who you are and I love you all but most of all Him.
I am grateful that we found each other that were brave enough to meet in the first place, that we both let ourselves be open to love and passion, that he gave up a life in America to come and be with me and that tonight he is on his way home to me. I am grateful for him more than anything else, for the wonderful joy and happiness he brings to my life, for the fact that he loves, nurtures, protects, encourages, challenges and believes in me, for being my husband, my Dom, my lover, my best friend, my soul mate, and my unending source of grilled cheese sandwiches. I think this week of being apart has really shown me that life without him by my side is really a bit like the previously mentioned cake it has some lovely icing but the cake underneath is lacking in any real flavour. I am grateful for my wonderful cake and that tomorrow I will even get to eat it
Ps… I really hope I have not forgotten anyone in the list of friends but if I have forgive me as I am writing this on about 4 hours sleep and a week of orgasm denial.