Today, Tiger hopped out the door and romped in the yard a bit as we watched. Usually, the deck is the only outdoor spot for Tiger and Bella, but he ran from tree to tree and rubbed against the bark and even climbed a bit, and then, dropped down. Just as the first time they went outside, I felt I was at the beginning of creation. I was seeing everything new, just like Tiger. It was exciting. We are all tucked now, and excited about the coming holiday. I feel so grateful and I am noticing how much I miss my mother. I open my cookbooks and there are old birthday cards from her as bookmarks. Her cards were so carefully chosen, and I feel a pang as I see her handwriting. Jane's mother is staying at her place for awhile until she feels a little better, and Jane and I are both feeling our mothers come into the book. It is rightly so.
Happy three days until Thanksgiving, and yet, every day is a day of giving thanks.