Thankful

The day before Thanksgiving at my job-type job is kind of a big deal.

In fact, it's THE big deal.

And after all of the hustle and bustle, the planning and prep, the checking and rechecking and then checking again, I'm often left feeling a little dazed, a little directionless, a little confused come the actual holiday. It would be easy to simply let it pass by in a frenzy of activity. But I like what this holiday stands for, and now that I've regained my bearings I'd like to take a moment to look back. To reflect.


And to give thanks.


Truly I am one of the lucky ones and have much to be thankful for. But this year in particular:

I am thankful for the change in seasons. For the chance to reset, re-assess and shift pace.

I am thankful for wood heat and cold storage.

I am thankful for a strong cup of coffee, a slow cup of tea, and a good bottle of wine.

I am thankful for family. Old and new. Blood, in-law, or otherwise. You continue to make me the person I am today and I am so grateful.

I am thankful for good neighbors.

I am thankful for raw milk and fresh eggs.

I am thankful for this old couch. Where after a long day C. and I can relax and sleepily say silly things to make each other giggle.

I am thankful for wool socks and down blankets.

I am thankful for cheese.

I am thankful to tears for good friends, no matter how seldom I see you. You hear my complaints, offer me wisdom, and call me on my bullshit. I am honored to be able to explore life in the company of such talented, entertaining and insightful people. So thank you.

And for my husband C,
I am every minute thankful for you.