November 21

Tonight, on Thanksgiving Eve, there is much to be grateful for.

I am grateful for this gift of a day, the absolute, Spring-in-November perfection of it.  I am grateful for the blue of the sky arching overhead and for the stunning expanse of lake to our north.  I am grateful that we took advantage of this day and spent most of it outside (even if that means that the floors are still very dirty in this house).

I am grateful for children playing on a beach, newly-made friends coming together to pretend to fish in a driftwood boat.  I am grateful for dog-friends barking and jumping and exuding joy.  I am grateful for warm sun and lake breezes and lunch out at Bearden's and days that work out just right.

I am grateful for a snuggly little girl at bedtime, for her soft scent and her warm little hands.  I am grateful for a boy who surprises me with how much he knows and how innocent he is, in all his enthusiasm.  I am grateful for the zest and joy my two little ones employ in their approach to life.  I am grateful for a day relaxed enough, complete enough, to really appreciate that zest for a change  

I am grateful for the blessings of this easy  life, this life I am lucky enough to call my own.  Sometimes it surprises me with its goodness.