Wishing You Helmets of Thanksgiving Joy (and stuffing)

Dear Readers,

This is the season for expressing thankfulness. I'm all about expressing. I express hints about certain goodies for my birthday. I express milk. My sister works at Express. I express milk. I refuse to iron so my poor husband's shirts are ex-pressed. I express milk. I'm all about expressing thoughts. But then, you knew that didn't you?

Mostly I can get off track like an Express train down the wrong side of a mountain. Like just now. I meant to talk about thankfulness.
Blame the milk bit on the wayfaring train. It carried me away.

I'm thankful for this boy.

Here he is riding a motorcycle.

He is sweet and imaginative.

"Come-on, Harley Mama, Let's go for a ride!"

He knows all the right sounds.

Best of all, he looks like his daddy. A Carharrt and jeans. Doesn't get much better.

[Elvis Voice] Thank you!

Thank you very much!

I want you to know that I am thankful for a lot of other things, including my other two children.

I've just always had a thing for a motorcycle man.

I do mean always.

I hope your Thanksgiving is lovely and lively, overfilling and fulfilling. And if you are as lucky as me, maybe you'll be sharing it with your own little motorcycle man.

Helmets of joy to you all.

Love,

Thankful in NE