thanksgiving.

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“Te Deum” by Charles Reznikoff

Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.

Not for victory
but for the day’s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.

When I look back on this year, it seems marked by beverages (and other liquids). So here’s my list of what I am thankful for: iced tea at a retirement party and silly paper hats, clinking cosmopolitan glasses after the bedtime routine, sparkling water by the pool and summers off with my family, milk no longer drunk from sippy cups, margaritas on the beach while watching fireworks, brave little boy toes in the ocean, hot chocolate with marshmallows in the pew on Sunday mornings, salty tears cried hard at bad news, sparkling cider on the last day of chemo, hot tea after a long run, yard drinks with neighbors who are friends, champagne toasts at used bookstores, potty training being over, ginger ale delivered special for a stomach virus, the bitterness of grapefruit juice, the sweetness of water at 3 am, hot coffee in the morning and wine at night. For these I raise my glass, my mug, my cup and give thanks.

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