Miss it. I was contagiously sick. The kind you can’t hide because you sound and look awful and no one wants to get near you. 50+ years and this is a first I never wanted to experience, especially because my beautiful niece and her family were joining us at my oldest daughter’s apartment, something that doesn’t happen often enough.
AND, as if we don’t have an incredibly selfish amount to be thankful for, Jill couldn’t drink any wine because she and Chris are going to have another baby! Patrick turned 9 months on the 16th, so the love that we are surrounded by continues to grow, and at the end of April we look forward to another healthy bundle of love.
To think, when I was pregnant with my second daughter, Jackie, I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough love left, I just loved Jill so much. I couldn’t imagine until Jackie entered our life how love is an infinite gift. It makes me think we should make every day Thanksgiving.
After all, we’ve long disregarded the true meaning of the holiday, and with all the nasty finger-pointing and meanness going around, we should awake every morning to a sign that says, “We don’t need turkey and dressing to be thankful. Happy Thanksgiving Everyday!”
Here are some of the people I missed so much it hurt my heart last Thursday. Some of the pictures were taken on Thanksgiving, others weren’t. And I don’t have everyone here.
But to all of you, I missed you as much as I love you, and I could not be more thankful to have you in my life. I am one lucky woman.