A Time for Being Grateful

This past weekend was Thanksgiving and we had three days of sunshine, brisk autumn breezes and colourful swirling cascades of leaves floating gently to the ground. A coat of many colours to dazzle us one more time in a mighty burst of glorious plumage.

It was a time for family – those who were here, those who were in Calgary, BC, and Australia or up north, and those whose light lives on only in our memories. Savoury succulent turkey and ham, mounds of potatoes both mashed and sweet, shared delicacies like cabbage rolls, butternut squash, colourful salad and spaghetti squash, drizzled in gravy and topped with homemade cranberry sauce. Yet still there was somehow room to also enjoy pumpkin or apple or sweet potato pie, apple crisp, with fluffy whipped cream and creamy vanilla ice cream. A table full of bounty, prepared with care and shared with love and laughter.
It was a time for joy – to share news, to catch up and just to talk. It was also a time to share my own good news – that of a short story published this month in Chicken Soup for the Soul: It’s Christmas! It was also amazing to walk into the bookstore and see the book on the shelves there, and know that my story lay tucked in its pages.

It was a time for anticipation – our annual holiday to Hawaii is coming up very quickly. Looking forward to almost three weeks away to rest, relax and rejuvenate.

As I pack my suitcase with summer clothes, I realize my heart is already packed full with everything I need to make my life complete – a loving family, wonderful friends, delicious food, a great job and beautiful home. Our community is safe, our family is healthy and we all have dreams and aspirations to look forward to.

My cup overfloweth…