A few days late

I'm grateful for family
and traditions
and the laughter of Thanksgiving night, after the crowd has thinned and the turkey has been put away.

I'm thankful for my neighborhood, where people share and help and look out for each other

and for the beauty of this area and bounty of my garden. 

I'm so very grateful for this community and this space, 

for people who listen and read and nod and say "me too" and send big hugs when I need them most, 

for the amazing people I've met because of Henry

for the wonderful people I knew who I got to know in a different way because of him.