i remember raking until i had blisters. i remember soccer and touch football games. i remember acorn fights. i remember pumpkin carving. i remember losing traction on my bike tires and wiping out hard in a leaf pile on the way to school.
i remember the wonderland that was my friend's house. he was the youngest of five and i am the oldest of four. they hunted and fished and did all the things we didn't. i remember EPIC leaf forts his brothers made. i also remember the dandelion wine they made in the basement, the incredible beer can collection, and the shotgun shells they made themselves.
i love the smell of dead leaves. i love the smell of a fire. i love the crisp air and seeing my breath. i love when the lake steams. i love when it's too much weather to go outside, and a warm fire inside makes the world right. i love sweater weather. i love when it's just barely too cold for a sweater, and an arm around you is warm enough.
thanksgiving to me is the celebration of the end of fall. it is the culmination of my favorite season. it is a time to convene with family and to remember and acknowledge all the things for which we're thankful.
and it's a time for food. glorious food. and scotch. mmm. scotch.
at my mom's house, it's entropy at it's best. a veritable herd of dogs. four brothers and the wonderful women who let us into their lives. mom. dad. grandma. uncle bruce. nephew win. and, now, our beautiful daughter rowan - the first girl in clan williams.
we are a wondrously dysfunctional tribe. but we love each other deeply. i am profoundly thankful for my family.
i am thankful beyond expression for my wife stacy and our daughter rowan. i married way over my head, and she's given me a daughter for whom i thought i could only have dreamed.
i am thankful for my dear friends, some old and some new, who give me perspective and support and even the occasional kick in the ass.
i am thankful to have the opportunity to pursue this life, and give thanks to all the people who have strived to make it possible.
thanks.