Nov 282013
Among the reasons we made the trek to Virginia for Thanksgiving this year was to meet our new nephew, Oliver. He’s only just over a month old, so there was more of him eating and sleeping than us meeting, but that’s to be expected.
Another highlight of the trip was spending Thanksgiving evening itself at the home of one of my brother-in-law’s coworkers, who graciously agreed to host the six of us (plus Oliver) for dinner. I’ve spent a lot of Thanksgivings away from home over the past decade, mostly due to work-related travel. But I always seem to find myself at the warmth of a family table, welcomed sometimes by total strangers with genuine hospitality.
For that small miracle, I am deeply thankful.