These six-word wrap-ups of the year are excerpted from a recent article in the New York Times on readers’ reasons for gratitude:
The crinkling eye above the mask.
A furtive hug with a friend.
The backyard haircuts are getting better.
Family reunion in January, before Covid.
Miss family, but safer for them.
Saved a lot of lipstick money.
More homemade pasta, no more jeans.
Mom, 87, rocking pretty, pandemic ponytail.
Teenage son still likes to snuggle.
My parents live two blocks away.
No better excuse to avoid in-laws.
This stinking year is nearly over.
Sunny mornings, a window facing east.
My bicycle, the trail, each morning.
Windows have never been so important.
Toscanini’s recording of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.
5329 games of solitaire, won 5286.
Throwing the football with my sons.
Still ridin’ my horse at seventy.
Postcards crossing the country — real mail.
Living in the Green Mountain State.
So grateful to live in Canada.
I am thankful to be thankful.
Never been social; now I’m good.
I am bored, but not dead.
Ambulance took him. He came home.
Hearing granny laugh on the phone.
It’s just a cold, not Covid.
My parents did not get it.
Reached age 92, grandson reached 3.
I held my dying husband’s hand.
Held my son as he died.
Our kids, after my wife died.
My wife gave me her kidney.
Lung cancer team at Sloan Kettering.
Got sober during 2020, stayed sober.
Wasn’t too late to say sorry.
Wildfires took much but we survived.
Faith, family, friends, dedicated medical professionals.
Dr. Fauci and all truth-speakers.
Volunteers who take experimental vaccines.