What is thankfullness to you?  In the spirit of this holiday season, I took some time to reflect on what I'm most thankful for.  I know that I'm very blessed and sometimes I guess I take my blessings for granted.  However, when I pause to think about what I'm thankful for, I realize that there is an overabundance of things to write home about, far too many to name here, but one in particular which stands out today.    I have what I call a doll house, not because it is cutesy and should be on display by any means.  I call it a doll house because there are alot of rooms in it and they are all miniature like a doll house.  I complain about it sometimes and want more spacious rooms, but because of these extra rooms, I have been able to share my home with many people over the years.  I always wanted a home where I could fit just one more and I'm grateful to have it.   I have an adopted sister.  When we were younger, she lived in a foster home at my neighbor's house.  She was my best friend and we played together every day.  After a while, things weren't working out where she was living and she was going to be placed again with yet another family.  I begged my mother to just let her stay with us for awhile.  After all she was 14 years old, not likely to be adopted. My mother ended up adopting her and my best friend became my sister.  We had the best times together.  When I moved out at 19 years old, she moved out with me.  We worked together, hung out together, and always got along very well.  Then we both got married and had children and, although still very close, drifted some into our busy and separate lives.  Time went on and we both ended up divorced and our lives got even more hectic being single parents.    I love my family.  I try to have a family sleepover once a month and anyone who can make it comes over.  We watch movies, play board games, have snacks and just enjoy each other's company.  We fill every room.  I think I would do really well with communal living because I love having people around.    My sister has been financially struggling for months.  Her young daughter had a baby and she is caring for her daughter and her grandson.  She recently lost her job of fourteen years and can no longer make ends meet.  She is tired and worn out but never really gives up.  So, I am adopting my sister all over again and she is moving into my house this coming weekend with my niece and great nephew.  We are going to be roommates again and it will be a great comfort to both of us.    In the most stressful of times can come the strangest miracles.  I am happy to be there in my sister's time of need and looking forward to merging my adult world with my childhood world, if only for a time, in this unique way.    I love my doll house which is warm and inviting and the place I call home!