Maybe it’s just the nature of the holidays to bring about our inner child, the child that so wants to experience the exquisite joy that comes with a sense of newness, of exceptional lack-of-cynicism. I’ve been checking out some of my favorite blogs, and almost all of them mentioned something warm and lovely for Thanksgiving.
The cranberry sauce was exceptional, don’t get me wrong.
However, the essence of my Thanksgiving occurred away from the dining table this year.
Thanksgiving was warm water from a natural hot springs, my five year old daughter, my mother, and my brother’s two little girls…a girl’s night out…the thrill of running from the greenhouse warmth of the changing room into the chill of the steamy atmosphere before plunging into the mineral-laden water…
Steamy air craziness.
Who needs the turkey?