...so I can still wish you all a happy Thanksgiving.
We are such a blessed nation, despite the falterings of recent days. We are still free to live where we want, believe what we want, eat what we want, say what we want, worship who or what we want (or not,) live our lives free from most oppression. How can we not be thankful?
Although I had to leave some beloved family at home (I'll be home soon, guys!) I've gotten to hug my daughter and son-in-law and play and hug and roll around with and really get to know my grandson. He was fresh out of the wrapper when I left this past May. It's hard to conjure up the memory of that itty bitty newbie now. He's getting so competent and can do so much. I've been here for 4 days and I've seen him change and grow and learn new things in just that short time.
It's amazing to me that I have this little boy in my life. See, I'm so freakin' ADHD that in my head I'm still about 19. Only my children have been the mirror of my aging...and when they're not around, I'm still 19 (except for my knees.) But then comes this baby, a most remarkable amalgam of his parents, looking so much like his daddy yet so much in temperment like his mama...and suddenly I'm not 19 any more. I'm Nana!
And I love it. For Daniel I will be not-19. I will play and sing and clap and rock and love and...I'm off track and it's almost midnight here in the Central Time Zone. So what I came in here for was to blog about being thankful. I'm pretty thankful for each one of you who reads this too, y'know. I've gotten to know some wonderful people via knitblogging.