One week ago at this exact time, I was running around making last minute preparations for the holiday week in anticipation of the arrival of my daughter and grand-babies. Now, seven days later, I'm curled up in my favorite chair, sipping a cup of coffee and listening to the quiet that has enveloped the house.
The week was a blur of comings and goings, family and friends, food and frivolity, and I loved every minute of it. In the midst of all the bustle and self-inflicted stress, there were a multitude of moments that caused me to stop and acknowledge how very much I have to be grateful for in this life I am blessed to live.
First and foremost, I am thankful for the love of my life. For his calming presence, his patience, his strength. He puts up with me and makes me better, all at the same time.
I am grateful for my children and their partners, genuine, authentic individuals, every one. For the beautiful, wonderful, heart-stealing grand-babies. For my mother and her good health, kind heart, and wisdom. For my mother-in-law, who has always made me feel accepted and loved. For my brother, nieces and nephews, and siblings-in-law who add so much texture to our family.
I am so fortunate to have a lifelong best friend who is part of the family, and who loves me beyond any measure I deserve.
The Thanksgiving holiday has always been my favorite, for this reason: the people. It's the ones I love who fill my heart with gladness. It's their presence around the dinner table that brings joy to my soul. It's being together, breaking bread, giving thanks.
What a beautiful bounty.
This morning all of the guests have said their good-byes and the house is quiet. There's a light rain falling outside. The kitchen is clean, the leftovers are nearly gone, and all Turkey Day decor has been piled on the dining room table, ready to be stowed away until next year. Pretty soon, all evidence of Thanksgiving 2015 will disappear, leaving only memories behind.
But what wonderful memories they are.
*Title sentiment first expressed by Henry David Thoreau.