I had a blog post all ready to go about the things I’m grateful for: our new kittens, a recent wedding anniversary, the health and happiness of our children. Also a rundown of our upcoming Thanksgiving festivities and a recipe for sage and butternut squash ravioli.
But. All I can think about is what happened in Paris yesterday. My heart grieves for the people of France.
As I write this, my husband and our daughter are in the next room watching Food Network shows and eating popcorn. Later today, we’ll walk down the hill to a children’s book fair at the high school, where we’ll make crafts and buy books and pet llamas. My son is in his apartment in NYC, sleeping in after a long night of playing Mario Kart 8 with his roommates.
So much gratitude. And so much grief.
Paris, je t'aime.