This morning as I contemplated the chaos in my laundry room, I remembered this post from a while ago. As I steamed away wrinkles from cotton shirts (Oh! those white cuffed business shirts…), I decided that I won’t be defeated by this Mount-Everest-like pile of garments because I have so many other reasons to be joyful.
This is what Thanksgiving looks like when celebrated by this family, same as last year. We are embracing traditions from all the countries we lived in, making them ours. My kids don’t have a forever family house to go but they have each other.