I am thankful for memories. I was watching the wind blow leaves around outside and it brought back memories of my Father and helping him rake leaves to spread over the garden in the fall. I was probably 8 or so and he had made me a kid sized rake that I could use and be helpful with. He taught us that chores are to be done with a purpose and to do them with pride even if they are simple!
My mother did not take photos of such mundane things as raking leaves so the images of my time with my Father are carried in my memories! Yes something to be so thankful for.