I am thankful Brent and I both have stable employment. What a blessing ! that we don't take for granted. Our family knows what it is like to be unemployed.
And speaking of work, I am grateful to my parents who taught me the value of work, and doing a job well done. I sometimes wish we lived on a farm so my children grew up learning to perform hard physical labor. Course, if we lived on a farm, I might be having to prepare slabs of ham, biscuits n' gravy, newly gathered eggs, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and homemade bread with freshly churned butter on the table for breakfast at the crack of dawn. Okay...nevermind about the farm thing.
But seriously, some of my best childhood memories have to do with work: going with dad to get a cord of firewood from the forest, working on the combine in potato harvest, picking raspberries in the summer, and being a maid at a hotel. I am grateful that I can work, that I know how to do physical labor and that I enjoy it. Work can be either fun or drudgery depending on your attitude.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
But they, while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow