How was your Thanksgiving? For our holiday we learned that old farmhouses have rules ALL THEIR OWN, which in the end reinforced to notion that feeling gratitude has to be a choice.
It started with a broken sink. What we thought would be a two-hour repair then turned into a multi-day trial that stretched well into the afternoon on Thanksgiving itself. History and old homes have their charms but not necessarily when it comes to plumbing!
Between the usual flurry of farm chores and then playing with pipes for hours, we didn't start cooking until well into the afternoon. When we did sit down to eat Thanksgiving dinner it was...11:30 PM. By that time I had hungrily grumped that if we took any longer we would pass midnight and miss the holiday completely.
But then Silas, with a wisdom that is inherent to childhood, corrected me, "No, mom. If we eat slow and go into tomorrow then we get to have TWO Thanksgivings!"
In the end, that was our holiday - strangely stressful and perfectly imperfect as it spanned beyond midnight and into a second day. But am so thankful for the resilient optimism of a child and how it reminded me that I can choose to see the good in anything, even plumbing problems.
Wishing you well as we move into the holiday season. Times are strange but may at least some of our struggles reveal that the universe is actually offering us a chance to give thanks twice.
