With thanksgiving 2014


11.30.14  “Grandma, I’ll carry your purse” said my thirteen-year old grandson as he watched me tentatively make my way in the deep, icy snow down the slippery slope to our car.  I was so taken aback.  Did I not ride in the toboggan down his Easy Pea sledding hill, just yesterday?!

Overnight, it seemed, the Long Road rose up to greet me, when my grandson carried my purse.  With much thanksgiving, I thought of the games and puzzles, snuggles and hugs, as we drove through the woods and over the rivers back to grandmother’s house.  It was an Easy Pea drive, a window between storms.  The temperature plummeted 40 degrees while we slept in our own bed and snow squalls blew across the lake all day yesterday as I unpacked and settled in again.  I put white star lights behind the stained glass window in the butler’s pantry and packed away the velvet pumpkins on the mantle.  Another Thanksgiving has come and gone.  These are Easy Pea days in my life, but I’ve had a glimpse of the Long Road.  Such thanksgiving there is here and now in 2014.

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