I always lose weight when I travel. Can’t explain it, it just happens. Maybe I leave some pounds on the plane. So despite my efforts to recoup all the calories I’ve eschewed the past couple of months, I returned from my Thanksgiving weekend a couple of pounds lighter. That makes me truly grateful.
Spending time with good friends and family made me especially grateful as well. I am always mindful when I am smack dab in the middle of joy, not everyone is.
I was particularly blessed this holiday to have an eclectic clan of loved ones about, a twelve year old I was unable to extricate from his play station for more than a five minutes, an eight year old enthralled with the funny lady with curly hair that didn’t mind coloring with her for a while, and a whole parade of fascinating folks coming and going; characters and personalities from different life places and spaces interacting for brief moments. It was great.
I didn’t come from a long line of minglers. My family of origin chose to keep to themselves. It’s fun for me now as a grown up, well, relatively speaking, to enjoy the company of in-laws and outlaws, friends, acquaintances, oldsters, youngsters, teeners, tweeners, and newly mets. I find people fascinating and am never happier than when I’m right in the thick of them. Reminded always, that while I may be especially happy, I am also very, very, lucky.
The Thanksgiving dinner seemed to disappear in a hurry. I’m hoping I can savor the leftovers -- all those moments and memories just a little while longer…