
For a spill of yellow calla lilies and long-stemmed roses tipped with crimson, both from my beloved Cambridge florist.
For morning runs along the harborwalk and up the greenway, sea and sky and breath and music in my earbuds, a ritual that makes me stronger and happier and more at peace.
For three bags of cranberries and plump sweet potatoes, homemade mac & cheese and beef en croute from Trader Joe’s, with cider from Downeast for our tiny, two-person feast.
For daily chats with my girl Allison in California, whose good humor and grace and honesty about the vagaries of pandemic life have kept me sane for so many months now.
For Friends Thanksgiving gifs shared with my sister, weekly phone chats with my parents, Thanksgiving cards from my aunts. I am far from most of my family, but we love one another fiercely, even in these strange times.
For the memories of past Thanksgivings, in Texas and Oxford and Missouri and a few miles away in Brookline. There is pain in some of those memories, but also community, and joy.
For a light-filled, wood-floored apartment near the harbor, which has been a true refuge and home during a turbulent year and a half.
For a man who loves me deeply and shares my joy in the fact that we get to twine our lives together.
For the freelance writing projects that have helped give me purpose and income and a chance to use my skills in these furloughed months.
For strong black tea brewed in my favorite mugs, stacks of library books and e-galleys, candles on the mantel and cozy plaid slippers and all the comforts of home.
For the nurses, doctors, grocery store workers, delivery folks, farmers and other essential workers who are keeping us all going.
It has been a hard and sobering year, but there is still and always so much to give thanks for. If you are celebrating today, I wish you a Thanksgiving full of love and gratitude.
Love you, friend!!! And so thankful for you!