We are not hosting Thanksgiving this year and will be heading to our friends' house today instead. We love hosting Thanksgiving but I'll be honest - I'm grateful that I didn't have to spend all day yesterday cleaning and ironing napkins and tablecloths. (Luisa actually irons the napkins and tablecloths but I've been spared having to watch her do it while feeling like I should be doing something helpful.)
Luisa is making the turkey, however, and I was in charge of packing up the plates, platters, and assorted china that our friends asked us to bring. Every time I pull out the china, I am grateful that I have it. Seven years ago, I wrote about Thanksgiving and my mother's china and it remains one of my favorite things I've written. I'm sharing it with you again today because the last line still rings true and is a good reminder: "...everything is fragile - life, love, and china." I hope you have a quiet moment to read about a broken piece of china: China Gets Broken.
May you be surrounded by people you love.
May you feel peace and gratitude.
May your turkey be cooked all the way through so that no one gets food poisoning.