Usually we celebrate Thanksgiving on the farm. We dedicate one afternoon to making candles in the workroom kitchen which has lots of space for us to work. The smell of the beeswax is intoxicating and stays with me days after I return home. Last years supply of candles is dwindling quickly. But there will be no trip to the farm this year. My boys have been sick most of November. They've gently passed germs from one to the other, so I've had no break in the continual care of a sick child for quite a while. Right now, we're just waiting for the conjunctivitis to clear up...and until it does, I'd rather not expose anyone else to it.
This year, Thanksgiving will be quietly celebrated between the four of us...at home. And I'm really looking forward to it. It will be a good time for reflection, to remember all the things I have in my life to be grateful for. On the top of that list, that this sweet baby boy has turned a corner and is finally on the mend.