I am thankful for a husband who loves to smoke meats even if it means going out in the rain at 2 a.m., unaware that he is in the presence of coyotes. I'm thankful for the turkey itself, tender and juicy and full of flavor, the centerpiece of a feast that required group effort and cooperation. I'm thankful for my son's willingness to reach down items from tall cabinets, set a lovely table, and apply his upper-body strength to the rolling pin when my shoulders are sore from cleaning and coughing. And I'm thankful that the coughing is over and I'm healthy enough to do all this cleaning and cooking and even go out for a walk after the rain stopped.
I'm thankful for South African guests who brought custard pie and said my tangy cranberry chutney reminds them of home. I'm sad that the grandkids couldn't be here, but we'll see them at Christmas and I'm thankful that they're enjoying some time with their cousins. I'm thankful for the sound of the dishwasher clearing away a big portion of the mess, and now that everyone else is napping or heading home, I'm thankful for a chance to look through the latest round of trailcam photos and marvel over the coyotes and other wild things that share our land without disrupting our lives. I hope we can do the same for them.
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