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Thanksgiving
Nov. 25th, 2018 04:05 pmHer white wax mannequin hand at her side, my brother-in-law's aunt takes a one-handed photo better than mine, though I stand side by side. On a new medication to address congenital progressive nerve damage, she tells me she is grateful that the medicine she's taking has slowed the progression in that smooth white hand.
My torn bicep muscle no longer feels like a burden. Though bruised and sore from the combination of a front fall, followed days later by an ill-advised attempt to shovel wet snow, my arm still works. My littlest niece would soon prove that.
As she walks along the top of a high ridge, and I photograph her in silhouette, she turns to face me. "I'm going to run down the hill and you catch me!" she announces. Before I can tell her, "No, don't!" she barrels towards me on fleet feet, picking up momentum, her face changing from exhilaration to outright terror. I must catch her, no matter the cost. Then, she is on me, a solid blonde bundle. Grunting as pain burns up my sore arm, I hold tight to her. My sore arms still work. She is safe.
For that, I am truly thankful.
My niece, silhouetted on a hill, before flinging herself down it and crashing into me
My torn bicep muscle no longer feels like a burden. Though bruised and sore from the combination of a front fall, followed days later by an ill-advised attempt to shovel wet snow, my arm still works. My littlest niece would soon prove that.
As she walks along the top of a high ridge, and I photograph her in silhouette, she turns to face me. "I'm going to run down the hill and you catch me!" she announces. Before I can tell her, "No, don't!" she barrels towards me on fleet feet, picking up momentum, her face changing from exhilaration to outright terror. I must catch her, no matter the cost. Then, she is on me, a solid blonde bundle. Grunting as pain burns up my sore arm, I hold tight to her. My sore arms still work. She is safe.
For that, I am truly thankful.
My niece, silhouetted on a hill, before flinging herself down it and crashing into me
