Before you head off for parts known, before you begin developing a familiar intimacy with your ovens and stoves, before your refrigerator begs you to refrain from adding one more thing…
There are so many clichés associated with being thankful – and I doubt that I will come up with anything new. Yet, in advance of the arrival of our family, I felt the need to extend my thoughts to all of you. I’m thankful for so much and words fail me (which I submit is a good thing). I am truly blessed with a family I adore, a husband who humors my nuttiness and sons/daughters-in-law who accept that their mom is as corny as a Hallmark commercial. I have an amazing sister who I adore and will miss on Thursday (along with my nephews and niece who will be having their own family Thanksgiving in NY). I can appreciate the beginning of a new day and I can delight in the feeling of snuggling into bed at day’s end. I have a body that complains each day and yet we’re still getting along. I know bountiful love. We’ve got three pups – two of whom are perfect and one who is re-calibrating the spectrum of mischief that I used to consider part and parcel of puppyhood. Our home is my sanctuary; I have never felt safer.
I am thankful for all of you who have come to read this blog, write to me and share your thoughts, inspire me with your encouragement and humor. I love that I have learned so much from your posts, taking to heart much of what you have written and incorporating it into my being. My friends – in cyberspace or in my physical reality – you are in this orbit of gratitude which circles rhythmically through my life. And so, you all should be told as often as possible, just how much you are appreciated. Would that we took the time to say these things more frequently than once or twice a year. For those who are celebrating Thanksgiving on Thursday – I wish you stuffed tummies, full hearts, TUMS and love. Actually, this thought holds regardless of whether there’s a turkey in the oven. I’m heading deep into the heart of cooking territory for the next few days, so I send this to you now. Thank you for being who you are to me.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 