Giving Thanks

   How does one go about putting into words feeling like the luckiest person in the world?  That's exactly how I feel each year at Thanksgiving.  See, my Thanksgivings are like no other.  This year, it involved homemade goodness in the form of so much food it might actually hurt to look at, four types of gravy, more Bailey's than one could shake a stick at, an impromptu big band orchestra in the living room, jump shots, ping-pong, toiletries of every variety flushed down the toilet by mischievous twins, dance parties, Italian feasting, pounding ocean waves, talent shows, Thriller, gut-busting laughter and, most importantly, the beautiful smiles and warm hugs of so many people I love so very VERY much. I got to spend four days strait raging it with people I love so much it makes me feel dizzy.  Four days that repeatedly lasted into the wee hours of the morning because I just don't want to miss even a second of it.  Four days of cheek-cramping, belly-aching, how-is-it-possible-to-laugh-this-much moments.  Four days of feeling blessed to be adopted into such a wonderful, raucous, rowdy, ridiculous, open-hearted group of freaks.

   How incredibly lucky am I?  Giving Thanks doesn't even begin to sum it up.  After all, those are the fleeting moments we live for... and I just got FOUR DAYS!