26
Nov

Five Minute Friday - nourish

Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on nourish.

Go.

This was our 4th Thanksgiving hosting.
My husband could not be more into it. Getting the turkey perfect. Getting all the food just right. Getting everyone to compliment his work...he loves to host this one.
It's our 4th time bringing people together like this in our home.
Sometimes my side of the family, sometimes his, once just us four (thank you COVID).
And for this meal, the one that feels really grownup to host and cook, it is nourishing.

Necessary for growth.
Necessary for health.
Holding on to a feeling.
Holding on to a belief.

We've reached a stage in our lives where we realize how different every single year will look. We realize how big the littles are getting and how little time we have. We realize how much older our parents are getting and how little time we have left. We realize how much we are coming out of the fog of the harder years, and how much we hopefully still have to look forward to.

Our home is all I have ever wanted.
Welcoming, cozy, comfortable, able to hold many, a place to gather, a place to laugh, connect.

There is no better nourishment in this world.

Stop.

Comments

  1. Beth says:

    I love your thoughts. Thank you for sharing today. I loved how you said that hosting and cooking was nourishing for you.

    There seems to be a flow among the Five Minute Friday writers today. It is really good.

  2. Andrew says:

    Come on in, bird's almost done,
    help yourself to drinks, side-dishes,
    we are gonna have some fun,
    but not as my dear granny wishes.
    We will start with pin-the-tail
    on whoever moves too slow,
    then dunk for apples in a pail
    that would freeze an Eskimo.
    Now out into the yard to shoot
    lonely beer cans from the wall,
    which actions neighbours would impute
    my being lost before the Fall,
    but hey, my friend, I'm only living
    the primal joy of this Thanksgiving.

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