Today, on my favorite holiday, I am thankful for many things. My precious little boy. A farm fresh turkey. A house full of hungry dinner guests. My husband, the cook. Running water. The shape, color and texture of naked branches. Hugs. Thick wool socks that don't itch. Low lights. Gravy. Heat. The smell of a roasting bird. Love. Bourbon eggnog. Black skies studded with stars. Nuts. Tapered candles. Potlucks. A cozy fire. A full glass of red wine. Sharp knives. Jazzy music. A clear head. The beauty of sagging trees leaden with snow. Readers and sharers of Calvin's Story. Helping others. Brown dog. Health insurance. Third cousins, their spouses, parents and kids. Finding Orion. A toothy smile. Girlfriends. Harmony. Cranberry sauce. Brussels sprouts. Homemade dinner rolls with butter. Compassion. Writing. Seizure free days. Goat cheese with fig preserves on a cracker. A roof over our heads. Hot showers. Pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie, blueberry pie all a la mode. Family. A good poem. Hope. Brisk walks on the beach. Generosity. Cold brew coffee. Sound sleep. Flannel sheets. A happy kid. A good movie. Calvin's freckles. Shearling slippers. Walks in the woods spying white tail deer. Holiday lights. Laughter. Bubbly. Chickadees eating the seed outside my window. Good jokes, bad jokes. My mom. Warm gloves, hats and scarves. Leftovers.
On this Thanksgiving day, please share Calvin's story with others. Help bring us closer to something that we would give a world of thanks for—a cure for epilepsy for our little boy Calvin, and the three million other Americans who don't get a holiday from seizures and drugs.
On this Thanksgiving day, please share Calvin's story with others. Help bring us closer to something that we would give a world of thanks for—a cure for epilepsy for our little boy Calvin, and the three million other Americans who don't get a holiday from seizures and drugs.
 |
| photo by Michael Kolster |
No comments:
Post a Comment