Life is precious. Life is precious. The words keep surfacing. Life is precious.
Sure, yes. But.
Tomorrow, Jasper turns 11. It’s his birthday, and that’s lovely and I’m excited and there’ll be presents and cake and...
I’m Canadian, so I celebrated Thanksgiving weeks ago, but still, it’s hard to ignore all the cheerful goodwill and gratitude in the air when American Thanksgiving rolls around. Also, the pie. That’s all anyone has been able to talk about this week: PIE, pumpkin or otherwise. And stuffing and turkeys and liquor. Oh, and gratitude.
Gratitude, like appetite, is contagious. So, herewith, an account of my thanks, the things for which I am grateful (not, please note, in order of importance):