I’m thankful that today is both a rainy and a sunny day, not atypically for Oxford. This means of course that we have the cozy thoughtfulness of rain and the cheerful energy of the sun all at the same time.
I’m delighted because my fingers smell of garlic, my palms of oregano where I rubbed the leaves to crush them before brushing them into the pot. I made a batch of spaghetti and meatballs today that would bring tears of joy to the eyes of my Italian grandmother (if I had one). I’m thankful that the kitchen is warm and tomatoey with an undercurrent of chocolate cake.
I’m thankful for Norah, who has suddenly begun referring to everyone as “my dear.” “Shall we have some yunch now, my dear?” she says to me. “Let me help you with your bib,” I say. “Yes, you may my dear.” Instantly I am smiling, filled with delight at this precious precociousness. When we bring Harriet for kisses before her naps, Norah gives her a generous smack and a “sleep well, my yittle dear.”
I’m thankful for Harriet with a bow in her hair, who belly laughs if you say, “Boo!” And who leaps around in her bouncer like a goofy pink grasshopper.
I’m thankful for my husband, as steady as a rock–but so much funnier.
For what are you thankful today?