It’s 6am Thanksgiving morning. The house is quiet. I crawled back into bed with my laptop so I can sit next to him and type while he is sleeping. It has been a tumultuous year for us, but one in which I have so much to be thankful for.I am so grateful for my husband, and this life we share. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s warm and secure, and ours. I’m so dearly looking forward to welcoming this little girl into the fold with us soon, and so grateful for the wonderful encouragement of family and friends, who have offered more laughter, generosity, and advice than I could have ever dreamed possible. I am so thankful for the health of myself and my family; especially since for a few it was hard won this year.
I am looking forward to baking a pie this morning, heading over to my sister’s for a couple of hours, then coming home and roasting a duck for a late thanksgiving feast. (We have long ago given up on turkey.)
For now, a warm blanket and a cup of tea seems the best way to welcome the morning.