This morning as we were preparing for Thanksgiving, Noah marveled at a ceramic pumpkin with a lid on the sofa table. He busied himself with tiny slips of paper and announced “hey guys, let’s write down what we’re thankful for and put it in the pumpkin and read them all later!”
And so we did. What a great idea, Noah.
Later we read them aloud.
We are thankful for each other, for our Thanksgiving meal, for chocolate and coffee (OF COURSE) and for our jobs and beds.
We laughed and we smiled and we loved and we thanked.
And we planned for Christmas. We’ll put a box under the tree. Noah, you’re in charge of the slips of paper.