I have many things to be thankful for.
I’m thankful to be a man. I love the things typically associated with masculinity: sports, competition, protecting and providing for my family. I like to stand, not sit.
I’m thankful for my racial heritage. I visited the grave sites of my grandparents with my father in Lexington, Kentucky this past week, and listened proudly to stories about my ancestors.
I’m thankful to be an American citizen. I love to freely vote, to freely worship my God, and to freely praise or to freely critique my government.
But I grieve for the many residents of this land who fear deportation, and who are only able to take the jobs most Americans don’t want.
I’m thankful to be a parent. I love to talk, to play, to wrestle with my sons. They give me joy every day, and I’m intensely proud of them.