| Giving Thanks. |
Thanksgiving, for me, is less about the debated origins of the holiday as it is about getting together with my family to fellowship around a home cooked meal. For me, the dinner marks the beginning of the end of another year, and a chance to rev up for the holiday season (my favorite) time of year.
As per tradition, my brother and I make our annual trek from one dinner table to the next, celebrating the multitude of family members that we have been blessed with on both sides of our family.
We begin at my Grandparents’ house in Corte Madera, which is about a thirteen-minute drive North of the Golden Gate Bridge. This year marked my first Thanksgiving, or holiday for that matter, without my grandfather. Although his witty sarcasm and charm was absent from the annual family gathering, his spirit was very much present, acknowledged and appreciated.
Instead of making our second stop just a short drive away in San Geronimo Valley, where my mom holds her evening dinner, we traveled further north to Terra Linda for our first Thanksgiving with my Aunt Jill. The moments shared in her home were joyous, indeed. We went around the dinner table and spoke about people, moments, experiences and gifts for which we were thankful. Smiles were shared, tears glistened in more than one eye around the table, and glasses clinked in cheerful toasts.
I am thankful for life, and for my mother for teaching me how to live and be present in each moment that I am blessed with.
Doing the write thing,