Wednesday, 15 October 2014


Last weekend was Thanksgiving in Canada.

For our family, Thanksgiving means a weekend up north at my grandparents' home - the warmest, most welcoming place in the world, the place where so many of our family's happiest memories live, a home filled with love and laughter and built on big family dinners and sunny afternoons spent on the water and cozy mornings curled up under homemade afghans watching our favourite family movies together.

We were blessed once again this year with a gorgeous, golden sunshiney weekend. Following tradition, my grandparents left the leaves out on their enormous property for the kids to play in and we spent the entire afternoon raking the leaves into great piles, leaping in and rolling around, wandering down to the water to feed the ducks and inspect the crayfish, and exploring the woods all around.

The children, as always, seemed somehow to multiply as soon as they got together - though there are only a half-dozen little ones in our family, as soon as they start shouting and chasing and playing there suddenly seem to be hundreds of them underfoot.

A weekend full of family, an afternoon out by the water in the golden autumn sunshine, tables laden with snacks and desserts, a big turkey dinner with all the trimmings and a couple of dozen faces filled with love looking back at us.

There's an awful lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

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