Thanksgiving and Other Disasters is the theme of this week for us here at The Debutante Ball. Thing is, short of a frozen, raw turkey I served six hours later than I expected one year, I don’t really have any disasters to speak of. Well, until this year. A dear family member is ill, as in, living-in-the-hospital-ill and it gives me a tremendous amount of perspective (not to mention a deluge of sadness). Suddenly I find myself faced with life’s IMPORTANT questions:
What matters in this world?
What is it that I’m REALLY thankful for?
Of course I’m thankful for: health, family, friends!
But I’m also thankful for sand between my toes, and boating on a hot day. The smell of a crackling bonfire on a crisp autumn night. Cookie dough and romantic comedies. A piping hot latte in winter. The kind of book that steals my heart, my breath, and turns my world view upside down. My kids creeping into bed with me in the early morning hours. My husband’s unique brand of poetry.
I am thankful that I can do what I love, that I have courage to face my demons, and that I have YOU. You readers, YOU, my fellow Debs.
Disasters aren’t all bad. They’re also painfully, horrifically beautiful.
I hope all of you are as blessed as I am this Thanksgiving Day.