in thanksgiving.

we flew south and feasted on time — time with family, time with friends, time for petite joys like driving around town scanning the radio for the holiday station. i made my grandmother's sweet potatoes and introduced husband to the diner i loved in high school. on thanksgiving day, there was cider sangria around a delightfully rowdy table and we yawned our way up the stairs after pie and christmas vacation. we rocked in chairs and talked with friends and held their babies, two weeks old. we double dated with my parents and made plans for december, then february, in new york. dear ones gathered to celebrate baby. our hearts were full and our hearts were grateful — for each other and our baby on the way, for our family and our friends, for our health, for our home. these are no ordinary blessings.