This year’s Thanksgiving festivities started with a long-lived, and well-loved tradition of walking in the woods around my parents’ home. Today was especially perfect for such a walk, with a thick bed of crisp leaves underfoot, and golden sunlight bathing the trees in a cheerful glow. The boys enjoyed hunting for the perfect sticks and carried them proudly like swords, as they trotted down the trail. There were frequent stops to admire leaves as big as our heads. Prickly pinecones were poked with curiosity and quickly discarded. By far, the peak of the walk occurred when the younger of my two monsters ran up to me, wrapped his arms around my legs and sighed. I smiled and sighed, overwhelmed by the beautiful simplicity of the things for which I am most thankful. Life is good.