{Thanksgiving outfit! Navy lace, mint cords, pearls, hair bow, smiles. Not sure why I didn’t zip my ankle zips. I just never got around to it.}
I keep trying to write something meaningful and poignant about Thanksgiving this year.
I’m a writer. I’m a poet.
Expressing feelings in words is what I do.
And yet, this year, with my heart so full, I can’t think of anything that doesn’t sound sappy.
Trouble is, all of the cliche things are true.
I am grateful. My heart is utterly thankful and blessed and worshipful.
I am thinking of those who have passed away, who aren’t with us, who are far away, who are fighting for our country, or who are facing trials & tribulations far beyond what I can imagine this holiday season.
I truly am on the verge of tears thinking of those things.
It feels so much easier to just talk about pumpkin pie and discount codes because those are safer.
We don’t have to be vulnerable or honest to think about those things. We can joke about them easily. And I made my fair share of jokes this Thanksgiving, to be sure!
But my heart feels so much more, and sometimes it’s hard to find the room to vocalize it or express it.
My family isn’t really much of the share-your-heart type. We’re definitely the pie-joke type.
Except on a day like Thanksgiving, I really want to share the deeper heart-things of life. Maybe that only comes the day after, full of pumpkin pie, having used up all of the turkey jokes, sitting here with a mug of tea writing about it: maybe that’s when my heart gets to express its true thanks. Even if I can’t quite find the right words.
Hopefully everyday I can let those around me know I am so glad that they’re in my life. That I am so glad they brighten my day, make me laugh, hug me, and sometimes, when the mood is right…talk about the deeper things in life, and how thankful we are for each other. For family, friends, and faith.
and gluten-free Mile High Pecan Pumpkin Pie, of course.
Duh.
xo!
