Thoughts on Thanksgiving

I started this blog a couple years back, maybe because I felt I had to.  I don't remember anymore.  For a while I used it as a method for expressing myself, and then I quit.  But I do have things to say, things that I hope people need to hear.  Mostly I have things that I want to share with the world, and as I'm tucked away up here in the North Woods, I'll just have to say it this way.

It was November 5th this week and it will end up with November 9th (my birthday).  We remember many things, and this time of year tends to get overwhelmed with Christmas preparations (all ready!  I know!) but I do believe that there is something to be said with not forgetting Thanksgiving.
It isn't just the opening of Deer Season, nor is it the final hurdle before we can openly embrace listening to Christmas Music without feeling slightly guilty.  Thanksgiving is a time when we can all come together, families of all shapes and configurations, and spend time together.  Growing up as I did, I suppose that I do feel that the day has become overcrowded with football and preparations for black Friday, but in my Family we celebrated each other.

I remember the early winter light pouring through the dining room windows as we all sat down together.  The table beautifully set and decorated.  I remember the traditional and annual puzzle.  Dad would pick it out and open it on Thanksgiving Day.  We would then spend the rest of December walking past the table, stopping to put a piece in here or there.  It always had it's own table.  We would take long walks in the golden evening twilight and spend the evening sitting around the glowing fire of the wood stove that sat in the living room.

Now, I know that I cannot go back in time.  Dad is home, and we no longer live at the Farm.  However, we still have each other.  We still can celebrate in all that happens in our lives, the bright as well as the dismal.  And yes that can be a struggle.  But as I have been challenging myself to write 50,000 words in 30 days this month (again) (for the sixth time) I have realized that no matter the distance, we all love each other, and that love transcends time.  It speaks across great distances, even from as far away as Heaven.

So, as we move forward into the cold, snowy, wonderful, delightful time of the year, remember, you are loved.  More than you can ever know.