It’s Thanksgiving week here and I’m feeling particularly grateful this year for a couple of reasons. When we went to Texas 20 years ago, I wasn’t happy. I never wanted to leave California, my beautiful home for most of my life. All my family and friends and everything I knew and loved was there. I left a wonderful career and our daughter was born there. I attended university there and most importantly, the beautiful ocean and fresh air is there. Sir said we would live there for 5, maybe 10 years, which turned into almost 20. I had high hopes of our girl being able to attend high school in Cali but that was not to be. We were planning to move last year, and even that didn’t turn out! However, finally we are back and it’s everything I dreamed of and remember. This is our house, taken at sunset tonight.
Last Friday evening, our daughter arrived, having driven with a friend in a U-Haul truck, towing her car and belongings from Texas. She has her Esthetician license now. For the first time in over a year we will all be living under the same roof once more! We will get to spend Thanksgiving with all my family for the first time in many years. How I wish my dear dad was here to enjoy it. Thanks to my kind, caring, generous, loving Sir all this is finally possible. I am almost (but not quite) without words.
Why not drop by for a visit if you’re in the neighborhood?