yesterday was the laziest, most enjoyable thanksgiving to date. i slept in until 11:30 and woke up to the smell of my mom’s famous homemade macaroni and cheese baking in the oven. the temperature had dropped to 41 degrees overnight so i changed out of pajamas into thick socks, ugg boots and the coziest of lounge-y winter wear. my mom and I enjoyed mugs of hot coffee on the back porch while our frisky dogs ran around the yard, excited by the crisp cool air. later on we headed over to my aunt’s house for a giant vegetarian feast that ended with generous helpings of my chocolate caramel cream cake around sunset. the three of us then lit a fire once back at home, and just sat there — catching up, swapping stories, making necklaces, giving/getting advice only moms and sisters can delve out & even practiced our cartwheels. my dad came to the house too, so it was the four of us together–healthy, home and happy, and for a few moments, calm and free of all stress and worry. i couldn’t be more thankful for that. & although things aren’t perfect, and we’ve been to hell and back before, sickness, divorce, you name it (its happened) and the future is unknown– we still pull it together and know just how to savor the good, and truly love each other (and our lives) unconditionally.