As Kipper and I walk the tree-lined streets, the orange, red, and yellow leaves captivate me. I feel like I’m no longer in Santa Barbara but transported to a beautiful, crisp fall day in a Chicago suburb. 

I recall the easy friendships.

Those I love and those who have loved me.

Maybe I’m feeling a little bit sentimental, but I get that way around the holidays.

I stopped at a park bench, texted a few friends, sent private messages on Facebook, and called some others.

Here is the list:

– the boy who had a high school locker next to mine, who always had a smile and encouraging words.

– My first California friend.

– the girl who keeps my friend group together

– my high school best friend

– my sorority pledge sister

– the boy I worked with when I was 16.

– my college roommate.

– my siblings. 

The message is always the same. You saw me. I see you. I love you, and you are important to me.

That’s what’s so great about Thanksgiving. It is a day to pause and really love and be thankful for those who have made a difference in your life.

As Kipper and I make our way back home, I see this rock on the sidewalk that says it all.

“When the power of love overcomes the need for power. The world will know peace.”

So this Thanksgiving…

Who can you call?

Who can you see? 

Who can you love?

Make the call. Send the text.

Will you do it?

Have a blessed Thanksgiving!