Some thoughts on giving thanks as Thanksgiving weekend draws to a close: there is a wonderful humility that accompanies the joy of accepting love. Joy like a wave crest, and gratitude like the deeps, are both part of the same ocean. This morning, before we returned home, I tried to remember how many Thanksgivings we'd spent with this beloved family. Blissfully, I found myself unable to do so. That's the joy. The gratitude follows as naturally as autumn follows summer; as naturally as time becomes history; as inevitably as decades spent in the company of three generations of these good, loving folks has woven a quilt of memories that has kept me warm when the nights have grown cold. And continues to, and always will. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, and may you find all of this, and more
