I love Thanksgiving! It’s the one holiday with no pressure, except for great food. No gifts to buy, no new clothes needed. The holiday began more than two hundred years ago by a declaration of Congress, for the purpose of giving thanks.
Each year at the Thanksgiving table, I invite/cajole/beg family members into sharing their thanks. Our daughters have complained about this for years. As in, “oh no, here she goes again.” This year we started what I hope is a new tradition, one that I read about in a magazine on a recent flight (but I don’t remember the zine, perhaps Real Simple?).
At each place setting, a notecard, envelope and ink pen were awaiting. Following the blessing, every family member was invited to write down their gratitude, seal the envelope, and write their name on it. Next Thanksgiving, the cards will be returned and hopefully will provide a wonderful memory. Guess what? No complaints were heard, and even enthusiasm for this exercise was expressed. Wow! Now, if I can remember where I put those cards next year…….
I am abundantly grateful for the privilege of serving our guests at Lookout Point, and doing so with my beloved, Ray.