I never imagined it would be like this
Happy Thanksgiving, blessed ones! I write this on Thanksgiving morning and as I reflect, I marvel at what I thought would be versus what is. When I decided to move back to Indiana last year, I imagined my first Thanksgiving home in about 14 years. I imagined the build up, arriving at my sister’s house early in the morning to start the creation process of cooking the most labor-intensive meal of the year and the camaraderie of sharing the kitchen with my lifelong best friend. I imagined people arriving and the hugs I would give and receive. I imagined myself…
