My Jeep is road ready. The extra row of seats is laid flat, and my bags are sitting pretty. We roll out early Thursday morning.
In the rearview mirror, all things economically sour. I promise myself eight hours of gratitude recitation, gallons of cheap gas, and countless fat grams...collected at my favorite truck stops along Interstate 55. This is the way I go home.
My mom did her Thanksgiving grocery shopping today. My Dad went to the attic to get the Christmas ornaments. And my brother and his family have planned a road trip with as many backup plans as a shuttle launch; after all, they do travel with the most adorable three year-old, my niece...Piper.
Once all of us arrive, we will detox...doggedly suspending worries about jobs, retirement savings, mortgages. And we will focus on what matters when things are good...but especially when they are not: the people you love and who love you. We will laugh, reminisce, and recommit...to the basics: family, integrity, kindness.
I pray you and your loved ones will share the same: a special day of thanksgiving that even the worst of times cannot eclipse.