November 26, 2010
I’m enjoying these early morning moments of coffee and writing. Good idea!
David, Leah and me. That’s Thanksgiving! During our traditional feast -Turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, yams, Brussels sprouts/pearl onions (creamed), monkey bread, green bean casserole, cranberry sauce (always canned) -we gave our thanks. It’s usually simple: grateful for being together and for the love and the people in our lives. Dave says he expects to have another Thanksgiving with us; this won’t be the last. Let’s hope not. But I have to steel myself against the possibility that this was our last three person Thanksgiving.
A lot of things can change in a year.
Just before Dave and I married, I caught up with my childhood friend Linda P. We had fallen out of touch once we hit high school. It was a brief reunion. At the time she gave me the advice, which I have passed to countless others: “Once you are pronounced as married to your witnesses, be sure to make a conscious look around. Without doing so, you may not remember your wedding scenery later because of all the activities and focus.”
That thought occurred to me last night. Look around. Burn a picture in my mind.
I started “Happy Thanksgiving” at dinner. I looked straight at Dave; he turned and told Leah “Happy Thanksgiving.” She turned to me and said ” Happy Thanksgiving.” I felt such a complete circle. It was natural and unplanned. Genuine. Authentic.
David called. I think he has reached an important step…and is really reaching out to his dad. So, so important. I hope each of his older kids can have the chance to make peace.
I am lucky, fortunate. Dave has provided, in all the sense of the words his support and confidence in me more than I can give myself. How will I carry that on when he isn’t here?