The Wednesday third grade luncheon
Her beautiful teacher (who is so grand she deserves a whole post)
Thanksgiving morning traditions
Faces of joy
Reminding us of "A Nest for Celeste" that I read to her.
Rolling out pie crust
Curling her hair
The natural smile (and that I can kinda see a glimmer of my brother Trent in those eyes)
Red suede shoes and white tights
A dress color and fabric that reminds me so much of this Thanksgiving
A regular moment
Looking at this through my lens knowing that I get to be her mama
The last few minutes before we jump in the car
The kind of welcome as if we haven't seen them in months
Watching the dinner come out of the oven and feeling grateful that my mom made it all possible
Little cousins arriving in big cousin hands
My brothers family
The moments of hustle just before we all sit
Tired faces, low candles, and pie
Squeezing her into size 5T footie jammies I saw at the store
Yes, I'd say... that is a pretty long list of things that made me happy on the Fourth Thursday in November.
By the way... it doesn't feel like a Thursday. Or really even a Saturday or Sunday. Thanksgiving feels like a day suspended in mid air (or mid calendar I suppose) A magical day unlike any other.