I love Thanksgiving. I love the wonderful smells that come out of my kitchen reminding me of my childhood when my grandmother cooked non-stop for a week making apple pies, pumpkin pies, cookies shaped like turkeys and of course the turkey.
Thanksgiving is a day of wonderful memories for me. Getting together with my family as a child and seeing all my aunts, uncles, cousins, my grandparents. Some of my happiest moments are at Thanksgiving: the birth of my daughter, the family get-togethers, the wonderful cooking and the smells permeating the house. Even though those memories are darkened by the loss of my husband who passed away on Thanksgiving Day, I’ve tried to see the positive side to even that.
I think about all the things I’m grateful for: my family, my friends, my life. My family is my rock. My friends are my blessings, and my life is still unfolding. I’m even grateful for glue both physical and metaphorical. For without glue things would fall apart, the hems on my clothes would fall down, my life would fall apart.
What are you thankful for? Let me know.
Until next time, Miriam
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Darcy’s Margic, Fall 2013
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