Thinking about Thanksgiving.
A multitude of thoughts all rumbling together, sometimes they hit each other and become one, sometimes they graze past and float away.
In the midst of difficult times...uncertain times...challenging times, I took myself to the chapel where DH proposed to me.
Where I spent countless hours praying in the quiet throughout High School and while on break through college.
Where I want to go to praise and to ponder.
My home because my heart is there. My Jesus waits for me in the monstrance to gaze at me while I gaze at him.
I took Pearl and we stepped in for just a moments. For her to genuflect and blow Him a kiss. For me to kneel and love, to write Teresa's name in the book of the dead, to ask others to pray for our family.
Today, the day before we celebrate a day of gratitude, I'm counting fish.