We woke up this morning at the gloriously late hour of 11:30 AM. I don't know what time we finally tumbled into bed last night, I just know it wasn't late enough to merit that kind of epic sleeping in but oh lord, was it a delicious sleep. We somehow managed not to overstuff ourselves or drink too much and woke up feeling grand. Major pat on the back for the Morrises.
We had just sat down to breakfast of poached eggs over stuffing with ducky gravy and a sprinkling of pomegranate seeds (this is our new favorite way to dispense of leftover stuffing) and were recounting the best moments from yesterday when Colin said he wished we'd taken a moment during dinner to share something that made us feel thankful. Be still my heart, that man is so wonderfully sensitive. Since we didn't do it last night (and since this is a place where I can write all sorts of sappy nonsense), here goes...
I'm grateful for our home, which is full of mostly only objects that tell a story about where we've been, where we're going and what we love. I'm grateful for Lincoln Square and for our the amazingly generous owner of our apartment, who leaves us gifts of persimmons from his visits to Virginia and tomatoes from his garden, and whose home and acquaintance we're just so very lucky to share.
I'm grateful for family, and for friends who are so dear they have honorary limbs and branches on our family tree.
Most of all, I'm thankful for my handsome, loving husband who shares so much of himself with me and who never fails to tell me how thankful he is for me, too. He's a good listener, very patient, and the most loyal friend I know.
I'm grateful for you, too, dear reader! I hope your holiday was all you hoped it would be. I hope one minor, really not important or holiday-ruining thing went wrong. Perfection is overrated and I'm always most grateful for all that's good when something goes amiss.
I'm off to dream up a recipe to use our leftover duck. Please share something you're thankful for in the comments, I'd love to hear!