This weekend, I drove through the backroads of New Hampshire in towns I have never heard of with Tom while we drove to a Pre-Thanksgiving dinner at our friend Sabra’s family house that has been in their family since the 1700’s. I drank wine in a romantic little house and ate a home cooked turkey dinner. I fell in love with Tom all over again while we were driving home in the dark, because we talked for three hours, got lost, smoked, listened to music, and held hands. I am thankful for you. I am thankful for honesty. I am thankful for friends and family. I am so thankful even though I don’t see it sometimes.