The sun sparkles through the windows of my parents' house in Arizona. It's morning time, and while it rises over the valley and makes its way into the homes of people and the desert crevices surrounding, we stir awake. It happens around 8am every morning.
I am thankful for all these things. My brother + sisters; my mother and father(s)—this Arizona sun and these Arizona homes and people and their stories that make them what they are.
These things are wonderful, and wonderful things mean nothing without gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving!