Thursday, November 25, 2010


I love the night of Thanksgiving. Everyone has retreated to their beds. They're full, happy and resting. The kitchen, in the aftermath of the feast, sits quiet for the first time in days. Clean but far less organized, it's a sign that we're together, that we have more than so many and there is love here.

I think I could get very used to this.

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