We ate. We drank. We laughed and talked and played games and solved world problems with our ideas. We all scrunched up on the old couch and chatted and watched old movies, we ate each other's leftover sandwiches without caring about cooties. Just for one weekend, no one cried, no one was sick or hungry or too tired to be kind. We spent the holiday with each other, in peace, love and joy.
I am thankful.
Today, my house is a bona fide wreck, I have two sick kids, another going back off to college, no food in the house except one dried out, thrice-cooked turkey leg, a veritable mountain of laundry, and no coffee. Though I vowed I would not shop this weekend, I will shop for coffee. Today, the world is back to normal. Someone even yelled "cooties" when I drank tea from the wrong cup. So, the holiday is over.
I am thankful.