Blessed

It's quiet here.  Everyone's still sleeping.  But the kitchen?  The kitchen is already buzzing.  I haven't lit my favorite Yankee candle yet - so it still smells like coffee down here.  And fresh cut oranges, rosemary and sage that I'm ready to put into the turkeys.  The birds are washed and dried and rubbed with butter.  Almost ready for the oven.

The fridge is full of casseroles, juice boxes and pies.  One pie in particular from a very dear friend that we couldn't resist cutting last night for a pre-Thanksgiving treat.

Later today, the house will be filled with children, friends, neighbors and family.  It'll be loud and probably a bit chaotic.  At the day's end, our bellies, the sink and the dishwasher will be full.  Life is good.

I am blessed to be able to fill my home with the smells and sounds and voices of Thanksgiving.

Definitely time for that second cup of coffee.

Happy Thanksgiving, Friends.  I am thankful for each of you and the gifts of self you share.