Samara O'Shea

Thanksgiving Love Letter

In early December, a good friend of mine shared with me a love letter he wrote just before Thanksgiving. My reaction, “Can I post it on my blog?” (in other words, I love it!) He was flattered but wanted to make sure it was okay with the recipient first. Permission has been granted, names have been changed, and I gladly share this short, sweet, lovely, amusing letter with you. It’s the only Thanksgiving themed love letter I’ve ever seen. Applause!

Dear You,

When I was 5, 6 & 7 years old, my Grandma used to dress up my cousins, brothers & me in pilgrim & Indian costumes, give us index cards, and direct us to act out a play about the story of Thanksgiving (or the sanitized, pretty version, not the one where most of the pilgrims on the Mayflower died and didn’t survive the first winter, then ended up killing most of the Native Americans through germs and warfare, or buying their real estate for trinkets).

It’s been a long while since I’ve given thanks for more than my mom, brothers, good health, and the usual things. On top of our scorching hot chemistry, the decency and mutual respect with which we treat each other–embracing each other for who we are–is something I’ve never experienced with anyone else. For that, for getting to know you, for time spent with you and exploring each other, I am thankful. Here’s to more adventures together.