The sound of the piano fills my home and the cello, Claire, sits in her proper place. These are signs my two sons are home for thanksgiving week. Molly, the pianist’s wife, sits nearby crocheting a blanket.
This will be a good week of giving thanks for these beautiful people who grace my life.
Today I rejoice with those of you who rejoice this week. I weep with those of you who weep. Together we sojourn in spirit.