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Every Little Thing by April Jeppson

There’s something magical about fall when the weather stays mild. I’ve been soaking up every last bit of it, knowing full well that November is flirting with winter on any given day. It’s like our weather can’t quite make up its mind yet, and I’m here for it. There’s a certain peace that comes with these fleeting days of crisp leaves underfoot and cozy sweaters, where you’re bundled up just enough to stay warm but don’t yet need the full winter armor.

I’ve recently started meeting a friend for a walking lunch date. There’s something wonderfully grounding about walking together, bundled up against the chill, talking about whatever comes to mind. The human connection, mixed with the fresh air … I have started to crave it. It’s not just good for my body, but it has done wonders for my soul.

As we met up for our weekly date, I was reminded that Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I’m not sure if it was the color of the trees or the extra bite in the air, but my mind flashed forward to one of my favorite meals of the year.

Thanksgiving is like a big, cozy hug. The scents alone — roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, tart cranberries — are enough to make you melt. There’s something special about gathering around a table with family and friends, passing plates and stories around, and feeling grateful for every single person there.

My Thanksgiving has looked different throughout the years. I used to take the long journey “home” to spend a long weekend with my family. I’ve had a few celebrations overlooking the ocean and a few with only my husband and a couple friends. We’ve had years at grandma and grandpa’s and we’ve had years where they join us at our place. No matter where I’m at or who I’m with, it is always a special time.

I enjoy cooking. Looking in the cupboards, seeing what we have available and then taking calculated risks. It kind of reminds me of painting. In my mind, I can see the finished product, I know exactly how I want it to turn out. The challenge is getting that vision on the canvas. Or in this instance, on the plate.

Every year, our dinner is roughly the same: turkey, potatoes, gravy, stuffing, candied yams, green bean casserole and canned cranberry jelly. Aside from the potatoes, this is the only time of year I make the other items, which makes it all the more special. It also makes me OK with eating leftovers for a few days.

Somewhere along the way, I’ve realized that the older I get, the more I cherish these gatherings. I’m grateful for my circle of people who bring laughter, support and meaning to my life. Thanksgiving is a time to say it out loud, but I don’t want to wait until Nov. 28 to do it.

Life is busy and it doesn’t seem to be slowing down. I know winter will come soon enough, but for now, it seems far away. I’m savoring these moments, the gorgeous red leaves and refreshing midday walks because like most things, I know they won’t last. Every season has its beauty, and right now I’m grateful for the realization to pause and soak it all in while I can.

Albert Lean April Jeppson is a wife, mom, coach and encourager of dreams. Her column appears every Saturday.