I am grateful for my parents. They are divorced and have lived in different states for years. My mom recently moved back to where my dad, my older brother and I live. We all celebrated Thanksgiving together yesterday. They were very kind to each other and there were zero moments of discomfort. My mom wanted to take family pictures at the end of the day. She called out to my dad and told him to join us. She said 'we built all of this together, you're as much a part of this as I am'. I thought that was cool of her.

My parents split rather suddenly after 30+ years of marriage when my mom had a manic psychotic breakdown. She made a lot of choices at that time that did a lot of damage. Many of those wounds have been healed a little recentlty. Yesterday was a part of that process. I am grateful for change even when it takes over 15 years to arrive.