On the even years, we invite both my family and Landon’s to a giant farm Thanksgiving. We move all the furniture out of the living room (with the exception of the record player) and stuff the space with people, big and small. It’s a celebration of the harvest and the joining of families and regularly the highlight of my year. This was our year to host.
Of course, next week’s holiday is going to be a much different affair. Instead of two 8-ft. folding tables flanked by loved ones, Landon and I will be breaking bread with a delightfully voracious infant and a four-year-old who calls Brussels sprouts “those weird green things”. It will be a much more intimate Thanksgiving, but no less meaningful.
Our little foursome has much to be thankful for, but this year has also provided much cause for reflection–the joy will be tempered by the sorrow of those who have lost so much. But one feeling that’s unambiguous is our gratitude for all of you. We started this season with a lot of trepidation and uncertainty, and wouldn’t have made it through without your support. You trusted us to grow your food–a privilege we take very seriously. We cannot thank you enough.