My parents were married on Thanksgiving day. A hippy ceremony on our Klamath River property.
I was their flower girl. Our herd of goats was there too.
And what a wild life that was, being the child of two people who were born to roam. It seems like just yesterday, and a thousand years ago too.
Every Thanksgiving I think about how lucky I was to be born and how thankful I am that my parents met on a lone dirt road in Soulsbyville. And fell in love.
And that I was born in a little shack in the woods, with dirt floors and my dad playing doctor.
How lucky am I?
You see, it's one of the reasons I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
And I'm so thankful.
Happy Thanksgiving to you, sweet friends of mine. I'm thankful for you too.
Image by the super wonderful and amazing Samantha Cabrera.
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