A most blessed Thanksgiving, but not in the usual way.

I woke up to coffee and hugs and cinnamon rolls. I am grateful for how my family loves me and treats me with kindness and grace-filled consideration; I’m so beautifully surrounded by welcoming warmth.

And as this day draws to a close, I bask in the details and moments. The hilarity accompanying a card game, the quirks and laughable frustrations, the electric blanket turned on high.

A most blessed Thanksgiving, but not in the usual way. I was tempted to think about how this day was less, to see what I was missing. But as I look to the door, I see the pile of brown and gray boots quietly signaling how many feet have stopped here for rest, and I realize how wonderfully compensated my family has been in the ebb and flow of life. So today, I am thankful.

“People complain about the bad things that happen to ’em that they don’t deserve, but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things. I don’t recall that I ever give the good Lord all that much cause to smile on me. But he did.” – Cormac McCarthy