Thanksgiving

While I was busy baking for our Thanksgiving meal, my husband took the time to reflect on what our son means to us on this special day. Sometimes moms get caught up in the preparation of a holiday and don't take the time to remember why it is so important to us.

I guess that's why John and I work so well together; He reminds me why I need to slow down and spend more time with Hendrick. The family will get by just fine with one less dessert.

Thanksgiving
Change comes not with trumpet sounds or tumbling walls
But on the flow of the inevitable tide
Advancing, then receding to unveil treasures found
In tiny footprints.
The sea foam flies, glinting like shards of shattered glass in the air,
And alights his golden hair.
Suddenly my heart is filled
With love and thanks and infinite joy.
The world is mine and his
For a while, a moment,
Bright and fleeting.
-CJS