So much good in my life, all around me, and I'm at a loss for words. It's the way with me in my advancing age, when I'm full up with happiness, I just pack it in, hoard it like a squirrel, don't advertise it around town. But I will say this, and that it's my sister is having a baby in January and it's not possible for me to be more excited about that. Her shower was this past weekend, held in my hometown at the site where all the formative occasions of my life took place (and with most of the same people), and even though my incorrigible workhorse mom put herself out of commission doing all the cooking and prep work for the party, it really was a beautiful day, full of generosity and good food and good people, all gathered to show love for my sister and her husband and their tiny human we won't even meet for awhile. It's powerful, and humbling. That's why these social contracts are upheld.
(Yes that says "crack bars." And no, the pink napkins do not mean she's having a girl, there were also green napkins - she's not finding out the sex. )
Things in general are nestled into a sweet groove, HR is a particular source of hilarity and wonder. His first quarter of kindergarten ended, which meant his first report card and teacher conference. His teacher, who is delightful, reported that he really seems to love school, that he's making progress with his fine motor challenges, and she wrote in his card that he's "a strong reader and a great friend." I can't think of any assessment of my child that could make me prouder or be a closer manifestation of what we hoped to instill in him. I don't have any specific dreams or ambitions for my son, but it's important to me that he's curious, interested in learning, and kind. I know we're only 5 1/2 years in and anything can happen, but it was reassuring to hear that we're doing ok for now, or that he's doing ok in spite of us, either works equally well. I mean, if those exact Charlotte's Web-ian words were used to describe ME right now I would think I could pretty much retire with the crown.
Meanwhile my gram needs a new hip ASAP, I worry about my mother running herself into the ground, and my husband has to work too hard and too much in order to keep our family engine running like it does. Things are not perfect, and even if I could fix these things immediately (winning the lottery could be the one thing I could do to put things right in all three cases, maybe) nothing would ever be perfect, but this is as close as it gets. I'm grateful for it like you don't even know and I would be even if we weren't approaching the national day dedicated to making those kinds of revelations (plus pie).
What am I ever even on about? Happy early Thanksgiving, I guess, in my roundabout way. I'm looking forward to a table full of dear ones on Thursday, and feeling like a very lucky squirrel.