It's quiet in the house. My husband has gone to the airport to pick up our daughter. The table is set, the turkey is in the frig, groceries have been bought. I will work again tomorrow then start to prepare for Thanksgiving on Wednesday. Our gathering is small, there will be only 7. As I walk through the now silent house, I think of days past and days yet to come.
I remember when my Mother passed these dishes on to me. The dishes from my childhood that I loved so much.
I remember when the house was never quiet, but full of excitement and so much energy.
giving is a time to reflect on the changes, to remember that we, too, grow and change from one season of life to another. Thanksgiving is a time of changing seasons, when leaves turn golden in Autumn's wake and apples are crisp in the first chill breezes of fall. Let us remember the true meaning of Thanksgiving. As we see the beauty of Autumn, let us acknowledge the many blessings which are ours... let us think of our families and friends.. and let us give thanks in our hearts."
And I think back over this past year and as I count my many blessing, I include all of you. You have taught me, entertained me and inspired me. I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving.