Thanksgiving 2011

I was going to follow up my last post about the meaning of Thanksgiving with a brief, touchingly poignant review of the day itself.

Mike beat me to it.

I was asked last night how I thought the day went. And I couldn't quite articulate it then, but here's what I am feeling today. It truly was blessed and memorable. My body is exhausted and my spirit exhilarated. Yesterday began with breakfast with a few dear neighbors. One of our topics of conversation was about love languages. Mine is giving—it makes me so happy to do for others. To create space for friends and strangers alike to rest, connect, laugh, eat, drink and enjoy. And yesterday, as guests trickled in and the house filled with merriment, I felt truly overwhelmed with joy at how rich life is. So many new friends have joined our tribe in recent months, and watching everyone interact with one another and I kept thinking over and over that "no one has a family quite as wonderful as mine." My cup truly overflows with friends, encouragement, comedy, and grace. 

I got the Thanksgiving I wanted. It felt comfortable and familial. Maybe even a little better than actual family, because we've looked each other in the eye and said "I choose you. Good or bad, we are in this together." We stick. And it's beautiful.

Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with as much warmth and laughter as we did. Also, go see the Muppet movie if you haven't already. It'll remind you that there's still wonder in the world.