Sue Nagy

I’m visiting my daughter, who has two dogs. How do you spell love? You don’t–you feel it. You feel it when you get your face licked and your lap is full.

A dog hug is always the right size. I sometimes wish the whole country could learn from that–just hug one another more often.

You can’t hide in your own corner waiting for others to come to you. Sometimes, you have to go to them. A smile and a cheerful “Good morning” can go a long way toward brightening someone’s day–it sure does mine.

I must look as old as I am, because I often get kind offers of help–doors opened, groceries carried, friendly faces smiling back. It warms my heart every time.

My life is good, even if it ends tomorrow. My children have grown into good people. My home is where I want to live. I have enough food and clothes, and I try to remember those who don’t. It never hurts to look for sunshine–and to find it for others. When you do, it makes them smile, and you might just catch a little sunshine yourself.

A little love goes a long way, like a ball of yarn rolling across the floor–touching everything in its path.

This Thanksgiving, I hope each of you has a reason to feel thankful. I know I do. I love living “Up North.” I love the people and their kindness. So, say a Thanksgiving prayer, enjoy the day, and remember: love isn’t something you spell–it’s something you feel.