Today, a few days past Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for:
Canadian 24 hour passport services (don't ask... well, you can, but it's a long story that involves a missed flight, a few tears, and baby passport photos)
The chance to be with my family--first all together in one jam-packed house, now staying with my mom and sister for a few extra days. I've really missed them!
The Hunger Games books, which have provided many hours of enjoyment this weekend. More on this to come. I will always think like a literary and cultural critic.
The way Lucy's hands flutter open and closed when she's nursing or thinking or feeling something or reaching out for me in her sleep. Slowly and rhythmically. Like a star twinkling or a satellite blinking across the night sky. My little light in the wee hours. Or like a flower opening and closing in one of those time-lapse nature videos that speed up our slow universe to show the gentle hum of life all around. Beautiful.
