The smell of apple gallette fills the air and everyone gets a special treat for morning snack. The prep work for my Thanksgiving offerings is all done -- bacon cooked, dressing made, veggies cut, pie sitting tantalizingly on the counter.
I glance into the family room and see the perhaps prematurely but recently decorated tree and my favorite nativity nearby on the mantle. The kids are now laying haphazardly on the couch with legs and arms thrown over my husband's inert form. Warmth steels over me and my heart fills. Today I give thanks for simple yet profound blessings.