The warm (again) weather certainly isn’t reinforcing the actual time of year for me. Tank top and shorts in mid-November.
But, reflecting back on all these months that have passed me by, I realize how grateful I am for this year that will leave me full of love.
I’ve seen the fury of love in my two-year-old niece (this is sometimes followed immediately by her fury of…fury), and the love of her parents, my sister and bro-in-law. And really my whole family – she just sort of draws love out of everyone…
I experienced the intense end-of-life love that built incredibly in the face of cancer.
And I’ve learned to appreciate that there’s an everyday love buried in the ups and downs, aggravations and conversations, phone calls and emails…
So this Thanksgiving I grateful for love in all of its forms, expected and not. Cheesy though that is, that’s where this year will leave me.