We're all lounging in the unique jelly-legged afterglow of the Thanksgiving feast. As I type this, I'm lounging on the couch with two nieces who are falling into a food coma and a brother-in-law with whom I'm discussing the game, another niece eagerly running into the wilderness, three boys cleaning up the table, one playing video games and another gnawing on leftover sweet potatoes.
Redskins vs Cowboys is on the television and the women are talking in the kitchen. The lights are low and the keyboard of my laptop glows. It's my favorite moment of Thanksgiving. The moment when the dinner conversation has faded and everyone is drifting into their own little niches. It's comfortable, warm, friendly. Well, when you ignore all the ObamaCare hatred going on in the kitchen.
I'm so grateful to spend this time with my family. So grateful for all the food that filled our table, for the smiles on everyone's faces and for the dog licking up everything the kids dropped under their feet. I'm grateful that we all disagree on everything but still manage to get along. We're all family and we enjoy each other. I'm grateful for the homemade cider that smells like our childhoods and old memories of my grandparent's flower shop. I'm grateful for the three tables we strung together in the garage so that no one would be separated from the main conversation.
I'm grateful for the phone call from Ladybug because I miss him terribly and am glad to know that he's safe and sound. And most importantly, I'm grateful for the pumpkin chiffon pie that my sister's children made because it was absolutely delicious. And soon I will be grateful for the nap I'm going to take :)