That's how Kevin says Thanksgiving. He knows it is the day when we eat turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce. He knows we go to "people's houses." He doesn't know about pilgrims or Indians. But he does know how to spread gratitude.
This year, Kevin, Vinny and I are spending the weekend on Long Island and it's the longest I've spent with Kevin in a while. I was a little nervous initially about the three of us being together for four days. Kevin has not been himself on our last few visits, shaking is fist and grabbing my shirt if he is not getting his way. He has also looked at us several time as though he doesn't understand what we are saying.
But things are different this weekend. He's bubbling over with excitement for each activity that we do. He has told me a dozen or so times a day that he loves me. He and Vinny are joking with each other, usually at my expense. It is a great relief to see him back to normal.
And it appears that the answer to his behavior issues may have been something very simple. He had a lot of wax in his ears. It must have been uncomfortable for him and the doctor said he could barely hear out of his right ear. Something so simple that created such a difference in him. As with most of his physical symptoms, he couldn't verbalize what he was feeling, but it had to come out in some way.
So this Sanksgimmin, I am grateful that Kevin is rubbing his hands together and giggling, a sign that he is ecstatic about what's about to happen. I am grateful for the vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce at dinner tonight - Kevin's favorite treat. I am grateful that Vinny loves and accepts Kevin as readily as I do. I am blessed.