There's a great Calvin and Hobbes book called, "The Days are Just Packed." Packed full of neat stuff like sliding down a snow mountain (there are always mountains in Calvin's imagination) or dropping water balloons from a tree fort to the unsuspecting little girl walking by below. My days these days are packed as well-- getting ready for the holiday, having my son and his wife home, sitting in the evening talking, bringing my son up to date on some of the blank spaces in his history--how his grandparents met, what they were like, telling him about the grandmother who handed out cold cokes to my husband whenever he asked and the grandfather who had a wealth of balmy sisters who he took care of. All the family who are gone now and who we miss. But they are with us still in all the things we remember about them. One day he can pass these stories on to his own kids.
Tonight's pot roast is in the oven. Expecting more conversation tonight.Hope this Thanksgiving you have times like these too--time for long talks and remembering.