The mantle is laden with bobbles and memories....
Pictures of my babies, angels from my childhood, and a framed picture of Laura's five year old hand print, masquerading as a turkey.
A wedding present vase, a small humming bird nest, and a kindergarten leaf print picture by Jeff. He's already here, flew in on Monday night, but I don't think he's noticed the picture.
(Hint for the day: If your children create a picture that you love, make a color copy on acid free paper. You will enjoy it for years, and additional copies can be shared with others.)
The table has just bare minimum decor; a full array of china and crystal, turkey and "fixins" will be upon it tomorrow.
And just for fun, Tom Turkey has been given a place of welcome as well, where he gobbles out silly phrases whenever anyone passes before him.
(We forget he is there, and do a little jitter jump each and every time.)
A bit more shopping today, the temperatures are predicted to drop to a suitable chilly level, and Laura flies in tomorrow just in time for the Thanksgiving dinner.
While I know our Canadian friends, their T-day long since celebrated, are gearing up for Christmas (the North Pole is closer to Canada; Santa swings by there sooner than anywhere else so they must be on their toes to be ready), I want to say to all of my Americans friends who are finishing up pre-holiday details:
Isn't every detail something to be thankful for?
Isn't it wonderful to have a Season of Thanksgving?