the daily lovely, 11/22/2010

we had thanksgiving dinner this year. mum, dad, alex and i. even judy came down from montreal. it was so nice. we cooked a giant turkey. we laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company. i was overjoyed at being surrounded by people whom i loved.

but one of my favourite moments from that wonderful night was when i was standing at the stove, making the gravy. my father was at the sink washing the dishes that had been dirtied so far. as we stood back to back, i stirring and he scrubbing, a tiny little soap bubble from his washing up drifted in front of me. it shimmered under the bright overhead light. it floated by me, and then off on its way.