Gratitude only comes from loss?

I wonder if you have to lose something to be grateful for it?

I ate the perfect persimmon today- firm with a little give and not overly ripe.

After my first delicious bite, I recalled a couple months ago, I had no sense of taste. It was torturous to chew food you cannot enjoy.

Brain surgery removed my smell and taste for two months.

Remembering what I had lost, I savored each sweet bite with a goofy grin of gratitude.