A day to feast and to give thanks for the bountiful harvest of our lives.
The first cry of our first child born into the world . . .
Our earliest memory of Christmas morning . . .
The smile on the face of a grandchild looking into your eyes . . .
The first time you observed the glory that is a sunrise just beginning to peek over the hills . . .
A sunset, just after a monsoon rain . . .
The first time you looked into the eyes of your loved one and realized you were madly, deeply in love . . .
The sight of the first snowflakes of the season, beginning to blanket the earth, covering it with a pristine blanket, whispering to you of silence . . .
Then, the sight of the first crocus piercing the blanket of snow, promising the return of Spring . . .
The sight of your child walking down the aisle, resplendent in a gossamer gown, with eyes glowing with love and expectation, promising her loved one to bring a life together, filled with love . . .
A grandchild taking a first step without guidance . . .
Seated at a table, resplendent with color, glittering china and crystal, flickering candles, sumptuous delicacies each prepared with love and high skill, and gazing into the eyes of assembled family members, and saying La Familia . . . to our family, because family surrounds us with love, memories, and links to the past and to the future.
So many things to consider, so many things for which we are grateful.
Such is life.