[Our Thanksgiving table decorations.]
It's been snowy - white and cold.
Yesterday morning I tied my shoes, pulled on my coat, gloves, and hat, and slipped outside for a morning walk.
It was 8:00 on Thanksgiving.
The world was quiet.
I imagined that most people were still snug in their beds dreaming of the feast that was awaiting them in a few hours.
I crunched along in the snow, breathing in the air - a clean and crisp 15 degrees.
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When I rounded the corner back towards our house I heard music streaming from indoors; Christmas records playing on the phonograph. And then I heard pounding on the window - the girls waving their hands with pure excitement while shouting, 'Mama's home! Mama's home!'
The perfect start to a perfect Thanksgiving Day.
When I rounded the corner back towards our house I heard music streaming from indoors; Christmas records playing on the phonograph. And then I heard pounding on the window - the girls waving their hands with pure excitement while shouting, 'Mama's home! Mama's home!'
The perfect start to a perfect Thanksgiving Day.
