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And then there are the fun silly blessings that are blessings none-the-less. The dogs, the flowers in my living room, comfy warm slippers. Silly string, silly putty, the Sunday comics. Turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce. And pie. Much pie. With ice cream.
And family and friends and laughter and talking and glasses of wine and warm hugs after not seeing each other for far too long.
It could take all day to count all my blessings. All weekend even.
Happy Thanksgiving, Mamma. Blessings upon you.