Thanksgiving isn’t just a day on the calendar…
it’s a thousand little moments
that remind us what really matters.
It’s the sound of someone you love
laughing in the kitchen,
the warmth of a hug you didn’t know you needed,
the sight of people gathering in a world
that so often pulls us apart.
It’s the quiet prayer whispered over the meal—
for the ones at the table,
the ones we miss,
and the ones we hope to hold again someday.
It’s babies toddling around the living room,
grandparents telling stories we’ve memorized,
and grown children coming home
to the place that still feels like home.
It’s mismatched plates,
burnt rolls,
too many desserts,
and one room full of people
trying their best in a life that moves too fast.
It’s choosing to be present,
to slow down,
to look around the table and think,
“This. This is what I’m thankful for.”
Because someday these will be
the moments you ache to relive—
the noise,
the chaos,
the love,
the togetherness.
So take it in.
All of it.
The imperfect, beautiful, ordinary magic
of a day built on gratitude.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.
May your hearts be full and your table even fuller. 🍁🧡
Had to post from our first Thanksgiving together…
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