My hope for you, this Thanksgiving, is this.
I hope your Thanksgiving is dirty.
And that you love them right back.
And not expect perfection. Or even desire perfection.
But to relish real life.
The things we take for granted.
The things that would certainly be missed if one day they were lost.
And that you can reflect this Thanksgiving and say that yours is a life well-lived.
And I hope you don’t miss a chance to jump right into life, even if it’s unplanned. Unexpected.
Even if it’s messy.
We will be doing our best to have one.