man. thanksgiving is so close. i am so excited. we did a lot of prep work around here. i wore my apron all day long and the kitchen smelled amazing, thanks to the orangey olive oil and a sprinkling of rosemary on the ciabatta cubes. (the heavenly scent was my reward for making a giant mess.) i did a lot of cutting, chopping and toasting and crying (over onions) and did two rounds of dishes with more currently soaking. i am tweaking my stuffing recipe and figuring out how to feed it to 25 people. it may end up with four types of bread in it. i decided to make up martha's buttermilk cornbread muffins while my kitchen was still a disaster. (we're having chili the night before thanksgiving and–if there are leftover muffins–they are headed into my stuffing. yay.) i'm taking notes on the recipe. after this much work, it better be epic.
okay, tons more to do before i hit the hay tonight.
i am thankful for my little boys. for health and strength. for our nice friends and our warm home. for our huge extended families. for internet and for a washer and dryer. for a car that works and a bed to sleep in. for the power of loving someone and letting it change you. for good gel pens, pretty ribbon and a collection of tags and wrapping paper tucked underneath the stairs. for curiosity and books. for libraries! for orange chicken and fried rice. and mcdonald's dollar sodas for those crazy days. for seasons and preschool songs and funny happenings that i want to remember forever. for bubble baths and piles of laundry. for spontaneous talks with a stranger at a park. for making a connection. for sparks flying. for first date butterflies. for knowing someone so well you can finish their sentences and eat off their plate. for a husband who never complains and loves me endlessly; so grateful we have each other in this life and the next. for siblings. for socks. for a thermostat to argue over. just like my folks did. for quilts piled high. for childhood memories and smells that take me back to them. for letters and lipstick. for patagonia fleeces and dansko clogs. for bikes in the garage. (for a garage!) for growing boys. big and strong. for love. and more love. for patience and friendship and understanding and humor and a listening ear.. and all the ones i know who possess these qualities. and let me text them really long wordy texts. for reading late at night and surges of inspiration. for writing things down quick, before they get away. i am thankful. ever thankful for God who gives and gives. He loves us and never quits.