On a personal note, my son arrived home safely from college last night. Hours earlier than he said he’d be (loves to surprise us), and was immediately enveloped in hugs by his siblings and us.
The friend who drove him home was plastered against the wall as we all swarmed him. I thanked and hugged her, wishing her and her family a wonderful Thanksgiving.
We made it to the family room and heaped onto the couches, happy to be together. All talking over one another other, but somehow managing to listen at the same time. Lots of sharing, laughter, smiles, cuddling, and settling in.
I awake this morning, rested from sleeping in hours beyond when I usually rise. All of my kids are on break. The house feels full and content and I listen to the kids as they wake. They sound happy; there is music in their voices as they wish me a good morning and speak to one another. I see the light in their eyes and the easy hugs.
They make plans among themselves for the day. Of course, I’m included in these if I wish, but I’m content to listen to them embrace each other, thankful that they love being together and make the most of it. Family is everything, and for that I am grateful. Happy Thanksgiving!