The smell of the giblets, simmering on the stove, kicked off my nostalgia today. I've been overwhelmed with gratefulness. This is the eve of my favorite holiday and Ive been honored to host it for almost thirty years.
I'm alone in this house right now, with vegetables to clean and lots of other little chores as yet undone. I've sent Shawn on another errand. The table is set and now I'm just praying the traffic gods are kind, so the most important people in my world make it home. We will catch our breath tomorrow as we share a moment giving thanks and wonder at the blessings all around us. Cheers!