Gratitude: It Is Decided
I am beyond grateful today.
When I asked people to help me to design a new header for this blog, I didn’t think anyone would do it.
As usual, I have been surprised by this wonderful writing community.
I communicated with all of the people who submitted entries to my contest, each of whom insisted that if I wanted to use the header that he or she designed that I could simply use it.
Steve from Brown Road Chronicles told me he didn’t even know there was a prize involved when he made the header in the first place and suggested that I make a donation to our local food pantry. Val Erde from Arty Old Bird thought that making a donation sounded like a great idea, as did Jules, who told me to hold onto her header and use it whenever I want. The two other bloggers insisted they remain anonymous, but agreed with everyone else.
So I made my decision.
If you look up, you will see my new header.
I love it.
And, shockingly, I love that I am not wearing my hat.
Who’da thunk it?
After Thanksgiving, I will make a donation at my local food pantry in recognition of all the participating bloggers’ names.
Even the anonymous ones.
In a few hours, my house will be filled with family. My parents are traveling to be with us. They will find a cozy place on the couch and plant themselves there. My nephews will talk about medical school and college, and I will cling to my eldest niece, knowing she will be heading somewhere fabulous in the Fall.
I will look at my son and his younger cousin, my niece, and feel a sense of awe. Too soon, they — like their older cousins — will leave home. My hope is that everyone comes back once in a while to share in this family tradition. In a few hours, while the men shout about how the damn TV remote isn’t working (because our TV remote totally sucks), I will be drowning in love and potato peels.
I am thrilled to host this year’s feast, which means Hubby and I are offering our house, preparing the table, making fifteen pounds of mashed potatoes, a bunch of side dishes, and a dessert or two.
Because like Jenny Hansen and Susie Lindau, I have major turkey anxiety.
I would rather set the table and wash all the dishes than be responsible for the bird.
May we all eat well and remember the many blessings that have been bestowed upon us.
I feel so fortunate right now. Truly, I wish I had long enough arms to give everyone in real life and this blogosphere a big hug.
With much gratitude,