I need to break out of this bland and soothing convalescence and start feeling excitement and joy again. What is really motivating me is the realization that Thanksgiving memories at Grandma and Grandpa's for our two youngest grandchildren are up to us, since it is usually at our house. So, I will garner the courage to limp into the garage and unpack the good dishes. Why not?
While I'm at it, maybe I'll make the Christmas fruitcake this weekend.
I'm thankful for the joy this holiday forces me to remember. It feels good.
|Our youngest grandson's "grateful plate" he made at school last year|