Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I spent most of the day on top of Sugar Mountain. Marisa, Mason, their cousins, friends, and parents were there and Mason asked me if I would pray for the meal. I was happy to do so.
The meal was nice, but the family was not. They are full of bitterness and not love. But they sure could make me laugh.
I came home and stayed up until two in the morning, writing a short story about the kiss Sarah and I shared on Saturday. What a perfect Eternal Instant it was. I feel like I’m still living in that moment, my lips on hers, yet it was so unexpected.
I watched The Spitfire Grill this morning and cried. Then I met up with Marisa and skied for the bulk of the afternoon. Their whole gang was there skiing as well, but I never saw them. It’s easy to lose people when skiing. It really felt like I spent the afternoon on those slopes alone, with the occasional few moments with Marisa.
This was my first Thanksgiving in Banner Elk. Three years ago I was in Cincinnati. Two years ago I was in Hampton Roads. Last year I was in New York City.
I’m going to meet up with Sharon and family for the evening. We are going to see a movie.
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