I have so much to be grateful for this year. Yes, it was the year my beloved dad went over the river to rest among the trees, to paraphrase Stonewall Jackson’s dying words. But I am still grateful–because his passing was graceful and relatively pain free, because he was such a wonderful father, because his smile and his mischievous blue eyes will live in my memory until I cross that river myself.
My wonderful, funny mother, Hazel, is in good health and happy in her snug apartment.
The critters are all snug and safe, well-fed and well-loved.
The ground is frosty, and it’s nippy outside. I’m so in love with this new book–“A Stone Creek Christmas”–starring Olivia O’Ballivan, Brad’s sister (“The McKettrick Way”), and Tanner Quinn–that I will probably write this morning. Yesterday, I got so involved that I was actually inside the story. I was exhausted when I finished, but full of joy. I went out to the barn afterward and hob-nobbed with the horses. After that, I walked over to see the staff house. The foundation is laid and now the walls are going up. It’s beginning to look like a house!
So many things to be grateful for. May you be blessed, on this Thanksgiving Day and every day.
