It is early Thanksgiving morning, and for the moment I am the only one stirring. I’ve walked through the house thinking about how in a few more hours it will be filled with family….the daughters, their husbands and children, my sister-in-law and niece, a son-in-law’s mother, each one of whom is so special to me. I treasure each of the moments we are able to be together.
No Thanksgiving here would be complete without the dryer hose pumpkins dancing down the middle of the table. I wonder if they will last long enough to become part of a daughter’s Thanksgiving tradition when the day comes to transition to another table.
In the kitchen, the turkey is ready to be seasoned and roasted, cranberries wait to pop in their juice. Cornbread dressing is ready for the oven. It makes me think of my mother who for so many years made it and the giblet gravy. Though I try to make it just the same it never seems quite as good to me. When my niece awakes, she is going to make a sweet potato pie that sounds mouthwateringly good!
With each step I take around the house and as I sit here typing away, my head is filled with gratitude for all that makes my existence so comfortable. Of course, family is at the top of the list, and today I am especially grateful for the normalcy in my life, something so many people in this world are not experiencing.
In no small way, I also appreciate each one of you who find your way to my musings that are the threads of my existence, and your visits and comments give me reason to continue sharing. Here’s to each one of you, and I hope you have a most wonderful day no matter where you are.