Eyes filled with joy tears as my sneakers skimmed across the firm, wet sand. I gazed across Atlantic sea and beheld a million diamonds dancing atop the surface, sun reflecting off the aqua surface. November coastal breezes whisked away the sweat before it could seep through my clothes, as if Nike had invented some sort of Dri-Fit beach air.
The kids played bocce with Nana and Poppy while I ran along the coastline, my mind free to dream and let go and reflect. Overwhelmed with surprise and gratitude, I ran and smiled, my tears the natural overflow of a leaky heart.
I never was one who snooped for my Christmas presents or tried to get the low-down on my birthday. For me, the best gifts are the surprise ones. Anticipation is great but serendipity is better.
So when my parents called out of the blue and invited us to the beach for four days, I started packing immediately, for fear they'd change their mind. I don't know why two adults would choose to forgo days of golf, quiet, and kid-free relaxation but I didn't ask questions.
Family, memories, gratitude...four days of unexpected and undeserved goodness. Giving thanks came a week early this year, a beachy appetizer for this week's main course of turkey, dressing, pie and even more family.
Wherever you are, may your Thanksgiving be one of blessing, joy and unexpected goodness.