Our small family gathers at the table today to give thanks for each other and for the basics (and more than the basics) of life.
Ten years ago today Thanksgiving Day fell on the 9th and a special gift was delivered to our family in the form of the wee man. Thanksgiving dinner was interrupted by a small, red, squalling slip of humanity demanding our attention and our love. We spent the best part of the day at the hospital comforting, encouraging, cheering and admiring.
Today I watch our special Thanksgiving gift stuff himself with turkey and the trimmings and I give thanks all over again.
Do you have a special Thanksgiving memory?