Family time is calling us together, as the cold wind of November brings us another day to be thankful for. When we see our mothers pull the turkey from the oven on Thanksgiving Day we can't help but think how tasty and delicious it will be. Our stomachs start to warm just from the thought of another bite of Grandma's blueberry cobbler. She always told me that desert came last, and I had the nerve to tell her that last is first in my book, as I scooped an oversized spoonful into my mouth. Tasty and delicious I would say, as she stared at me in disbelief. Kissing her warmly on the cheek, and leaving a bite size bit of blueberry, and sugary crust, I would step away and hale the day. For it was a grand day. I felt as if life was just beginning. Love illuminated through the house, and arriving dinner guests felt it too. They would step through our front door, with a lightness that spread like a wildflower after spring rains. Sweeping around on the wooden floor, they let their winter
