May I say thank you

I smelled my coffee early this morning, this Thanksgiving morning. As I lay in bed watching the sun light up my bedroom, I realized how blessed I am. Bedside me, my husband breathes deeply occasionally jerking with sleep. My two children are asleep in their beds. I have warmth of covers, shelter over my head and food in the frige. I still have a strong back, many of my nursing friends have back pain that is disabling. I have family who waits for our arrival this morning. My sister has been excited all week for us to come. I made my mother's dressing recipe, angel biscuits, pumpkin pie and milliondollar pound cake. I have a job with benefits. Insurance, vacation time, dental and vision benefits. I can work 7-3. Pick my children up from school and my husband takes them. I have two sweet dogs who love for us to come home. I have friends. My children have friends. We live in a wonderful, small southern town that offers education, safety, closeness and activities. Today on this special day, to say thank you isn't nearly enough. I must live thankfully. People need to see graciousness and kindness in my face. I must offer peace when others are in turmoil. I must offer understanding when the world doesn't care. I must offer patience when others stop forgiving. Being grateful. Am I teaching it to my children? Does my husband know how grateful I am to have him? Do my friends see it? Strangers? Thank you.