On Friday afternoon my father rang “the bell”. We have a little bell we ring every night… it signals the end of our “work day” (and yes, the start of wine o’clock). Sometimes we ring an actual bell, sometimes we just say the word “Ding” and sometimes I lazily text my husband (who works from home) so he knows that that’s IT… the day is DONE.
The bell that my Dad rang on Friday was not that bell. The bell he rang was in the doctors office, surrounded by a line up of nurses and staff… it was the tell-tale bell that said “you have finished your chemo treatments”. What a day and, of course, a good cause for a celebration!
On Sunday evening when my father walked through the door of Witzend for our weekly Sunday supper he, with much fan fare and great surprise, rang our bell… this time surrounded by family, balloons, his favorite dinner bubbling on the stove and an elegant fall table.
As the “official” season of thankfulness approaches, and ‘giving’ moves to the forefront we here at Witzend are more aware and reminded this year than most. It isn’t necessarily the 4th Thursday of November that warrants ‘Thanks’ , but EVERY day. Big (and small) milestones, for family, for our health, for the love that we share and the bond that we have.
May your thanksgiving bellies be full next week, and your hearts glow not just on one day, but always.
XOXO,
Pippa
PS… Three Cheers for My adorable Daddy (how cute is he!?) and my beautiful Mom (who is a super trooper)! Just ignore the state of the Witzend Wee Ones’ “Scooby Do” level hair, lackluster enthusiasm, poor outfit choices and real life in the background … we all pick our battles.
