A boy, a girl, a slice of pumpkin pie.
Spoiler Alert: If you are expecting this to be an ode to all things gobble gobble, stop reading now. The truth is, I don’t even eat turkey.
Thanksgiving. A time to reflect, a time to count blessings, a time to give thanks. I am a most lucky lady and have many, many things to be thankful for: 2 healthy, funny children, a wonderful extended family, great opportunities. Health insurance. Lots of shoes and several furry hats. But this holiday, I am giving thanks to the person I never thank enough.
Fifteen Thanksgivings ago, over a slice of pumpkin pie and a conversation about Ophelia, the most extraordinary thing happened. I fell in love. It was a classic boy on holiday gate crashes cynical girl’s Thanksgiving extravaganza and sweeps her off her sweet potato feet. A tall, dark stranger, who later admitted he was only interested in a…
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