Blessings of the Day

It’s quiet,
just the creaking of the old house
in the cold wind.

The kitchen is warm,
filling with the satisfying scent
of cornbread baking
and pumpkin spiced with cinnamon and ginger
and just a hint of clove,
ready to meet the oven.

The furnace clicks on
masking the white noise of the monitor
as she sleeps through another episode of Law and Order.

After dark, he will come in from work, tired and dirty,
but ready to make a pecan pie, his specialty.

And then,
as the moon rises,
a beloved child will be here
with husband and new baby in tow
(he of the most definite dark hair and happy countenance).

Tomorrow, we will cook and laugh
and welcome friends
and tell stories
and feast
on love.

I have too many blessings to count.

*** Happy Thanksgiving to all those celebrating in the U.S. And to all my Dear Readers, my friends, thank you for your continued friendship and thoughtful reading of my writing. You are all blessings in my life.