Feeling Full

I am full. So full that the day after I have no desire to eat - anything. Well, except a few homemade peanut butter cookies, which taste great with my morning coffee. My mother-in-law served such a teriffic Thanksgiving meal yesterday that anything else I might eat will pale in comparison. From the veggie pizza and stuffed pears as "samplers" as 7 year old Josh calls them, to the dessert of cheesecake, apple pie and of course pumpkin pie. If that wasn't enough, there was a coconut pudding birthday cake for Debbie, my sister-in-law. On the way home we discussed what was our favorite part of the meal, and it was hard to choose: stuffing, turkey, gravy, sweet potatoes (my personal fav!). It all was, of course, worth the year long wait. And although there were only 9 of us - in past years there have been as many as 18 - we put quite a dent in the 21 pound turkey.

I am also full of other things - happiness, gratitude, love. As I lay in the dark in bed last night, I whispered thanks to my wonderful husband, because I am more than thankful - for him, our daughter, his wonderful family, my sister and my family. I am also thankful for the fraction of a second that I had slowed down on the drive home, because if I had been going any faster I would have ran full into the police car. I had a green light, but he was on the way to some emergency and with siren going (which I didn't hear) and lights flashing went throught the light at full speed. There was no way I could have seen him coming and didn't until he was right in front of me. I hit the brakes hard, giving enough time and space for the cop to pass. I drive the rest of the way home in shock, near tears, thinking of how close we came to a crash, of the cop and his safety, of how it felt like a guardian angel was looking out for us. I had actually had the thought of slow down, no need to be going so fast, and it gave me just enough space to avoid hitting the cop car. Whew - we were lucky.