Thanksgiving Blessing

Title: The Smallest Memories Are Blessings

Today, someone shared a story that blessed my heart. His grandmother had recently passed, and while I was cooking and preparing Thanksgiving, he paused to say how much he appreciated the work that goes into the meal—a sentiment I had never explicitly heard before. But as I looked around at the empty plates later, I realized that in my own way, I had been showing appreciation over the years.

It reminded me that the smallest gestures, the quiet moments of love and gratitude, are blessings in themselves. Thanksgiving isn’t just about the food—it’s about noticing and cherishing the little memories that make life rich. Sometimes, it’s in the simple acts that our hearts are most nourished