Tonight is free and open and odd.
My youngest had a birthday yesterday, and my two oldest are bound out of state for Thanksgiving, so we celebrated with the bird and the hoopla on Monday night.
Which leaves tonight free, open, and odd.
I had thought I would relish having the feast and the preparation behind me, but I don’t. One of my favorite mornings all year is Thanksgiving morning spent listening to MPR while making stuffing and all the other things that make for tradition.
For everything there is a season, this I know.
I’m full of gratitude for the Monday night festivities and for the chance to gather to celebrate the gift of Jameson to this world. He is a tender wise sparkle of a man, and it was gift to stuff his college-student-deprived body full of food. We had four out of six kids here, and the shine of love lingers yet. Birthday candles matter.
So I’m not complaining; that would be obscene.
My gratitude list is so very long.
And, this night is so free, open, and odd.
So it is.