On this day of thanks, I can think of nothing better to say than to offer the words of my favorite poet, who lives gratitude without even trying.

When

When it's over, it's over, and we don't know

any of us, what happens then.

So I try not to miss anything.

I think, my whole life, I have never missed

the full moon

or the slipper of its coming back.

Or a kiss.

Well, yes, especially a kiss.

– Mary Oliver, Swan