Thanksgiving was awesome. Just lovely. Delicious, with calls from Mom and Auntie, and full of love.
Man, do I ever love Love.
Tonight, there is still no furnace heat, but we are warm and fed and safe. There is leftover pie and whipped cream, and the dishes are done. Done.
Can you feel the joy in that? The joy in a home that has been filled with love and shared meals and laughter? And the joy of quiet, when the guests are gone home, and the house is still mostly clean, and it's just the people who call that place home? Candlelight. Quiet. Peace.
Wishing you that Joy.
Sara is a storyteller, writer, artist, teacher, wife, mother, and singer living in Minnesota. I coach waldorf moms and other sparkly unicorns, helping them find wonder, ease, and contentment. I write about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.