This is the week that the mind wanders to dreams of food. Memories of Thanksgivings past. Aromas of parents spices and seasonings fill the air of your mind. The big smiles from my Mom as my family came through the door. She loved Thanksgiving and she loved to cook and she loved to decorate. She really loved life. I’m glad I picked up some of that from her.

I think a lot about my parents around the holiday time. I really miss them. I know I’m far from alone. I have my better half and wonderful children. I have a large extended family and I’m blessed with great friends. But there is something very different about the holiday season when your parents are gone. Guess we just had a good bond.

I hope my children feel that bond. I believe they do. I hope it grows stronger each year. Of course feelings change as the years go by without my parents. But there are so many reminders that they are never more than a glance away. Be it their picture in a frame. A ornament from their old tree. The smell of my wife making stuffing for Thanksgiving that smells a lot like my Moms. But nothing replaces those looks and hugs. This reminds me I need to schedule a holiday visit to Arlington again to pay them a visit. Who knows, maybe this weekend.

Don’t worry, I won’t spend the rest of the week posting food pictures. I’ll be busy eating.