two pumpkin pies (that look like they needed more filling than what was allotted) and two loaves of cranberry bread are cooling on my island.
in 24 hours i will be packing those baked goods and bringing them with me to the hustle & bustle known as 1942, my childhood home. hugs that are familiar, kisses my cheeks have memorized, and 16 voices that i can instantly recognize will be there. i get to go and be with family this wonderful holiday and somehow it makes it that much more exciting.
and thankfulness? overflows, overwhelms, undoes me. i’ve experienced God’s goodness & blessing. in such amazing ways. yes, thankfulness comes quickly these days.