Thanksgiving week is upon us, and I’m excited to have a couple of days with both the kids home under one roof. Last year we skipped the holiday all-together since Isabella lives 68 miles away and had to work the day before and day after. She doesn’t drive, and we both decided that me doing all that driving for one night together didn’t make sense.
So, this year feels extra special to be celebrating together again. It’s so easy to get caught up in what’s missing from our lives. Too much focus on the voids, though, comes with the unintended consequence of losing sight of all the good fortunes.
I couldn’t have seen this so clearly the first Thanksgiving after Michael died. Grief blinds you to the good that still exists. Thirteen years later I’ve found a better balance in being able to cherish the memories without letting them distract me from the new ones left to make.