Thanksgiving is day that begins a season of gratitude for that which has been granted to us through the sacrifice love and merciful grace of someone else. We cloak and saturate every second by packing it tight with royal color, loving light, delicious treats, and relentless quests.
The perfect pie, Macy-esque decorations, and the search for the Holiest of Holies the Perfect Gift! I hope to remember traditions, tastes, and tales of holidays past. My mind wanders back to safe warm living rooms where the twinkle of strung lights bounced along walls while the furnace blew so softly the pine scented boughs of a tree promising great anticipation of dreams fulfilled. Where smiles from the figures of that long ago desert miracle or those clad in red velvet sated my hunger for self worth and promise for a better time. Thank you Mom even though we weren't perfect we still had Him and each other. You made that all that was right with the world. May you all find that same moment to wander among your past warm hallways. Take those you love in your arms and Enjoy!
