Come and sing!
Come and sing in the old way,
Come and make the sun shine
So the corn will grow,
The squash will grow,
The beans will grow.
-Hopi
As Thanksgiving nears, I hear the sounds of practicing around the house. Saying to each other, "What are you grateful for?" and "I will make a card for Jeff, (his violin teacher), because I'm thankful that he teaches me" and "I'm grateful for...um...having YOU".
As I picked out special Belgian beers and Panettone, to eat with the butter he and Paw Paw will be churning, Miles lugged a very tall s'mores kit and a tabletop ping pong set through World Market. His little hands wrapped tightly around the packages, chosen after his usual bedtime, asking, "Can I please have a ginger snap with lemon curd on it when we get home?"
Keeping him out late and plying him with warm chocolate milk is something I was indulgent about, and grateful for.
