In your arms you cradled my father born almost 91 years ago on the 4th.
You hold our fate as we walk into the polls to vote for presidents and senators and congressmen and judges…
You are full of promise as you gather loved ones from sea to shining sea and you beseech us to give thanks, even when times are tough, give thanks; even when we are estranged, give thanks; even when we are in pain, give thanks. And finally give hugs, give kisses, give the gift of time, give generously to those in need, give love, offer forgiveness, and give glory!
Oh, Sweet November. The promise of your days and the gifts you give us, with the last being one more hour of sleep.
I love you.