It’s evening and the beach house is quickly filling with family members. I am still recovering from the long drive, but if feels like coming home after being absent for a long time.
It has been over two years since we were last here. Always the reason has been happy, but the memories are a mixed bag. They come rolling back like a big wave and I sift through them. I’ll discard the bad, and keep the good. That’s how I want to preserve the best of the best in my husband – his charm, wit, and good looks.
These family gatherings are always a time for the stories get pulled out, along with the Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit Games. Tonight it is like a series of bedtime stories, which act as reminders of great times, filled with togetherness and of love. For that we can all give thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving!