Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We are all together. Seth has come from Brazil. Jeremy and his family have come from Maryland. These are the moments I cherish. When did I start worrying that each Thanksgiving could be the last we are all together? Of the last thirty-eight, there was only one that we weren't all together, and that was when Jeremy was living in Chile.

The house barely accommodates us all now that three year-old-Grady needs a real bed. The refrigerator is bursting at the seams because this group requires three different kinds of milk, dozens of cartons of yogurt, two dozen eggs, several kinds of juice and all the usual items. This is the one time of the year I miss the two ovens and two refrigerators of the house where the boys grew up.

November is a mean month. It's gray and damp and the last leaves have fallen. Spring seems so far away. Thanksgiving is the saving grace of this month, and, once again, we have so much to be grateful for.