I spent the week of Thanksgiving visiting family in San Diego. These are the things I remember:
The smell of spicy chai tea and the taste of a flaky scone swallowed in clotted cream and peach jam.
The feel of salty air against my skin, sand between my toes, chilly water sucking at my ankles.
The taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream, honey and goat cheese, and turkey and mashed potatoes drenched in gravy.
The headache of traffic jams.
The whimsy of eating breakfast out on a patio while it rains.
The chatter and laughter around the dinner table.
A dog’s wet nose pressed against my hand.
The rush of shoppers and the slowness of my breath as I took it all in–glad to be right where I was, with the people I love.
I hope wherever you were for Thanksgiving you were happy to be there too.