I know this is old – but we just got it loaded onto youtube. It’s Edda’s Thanksgiving play. When I watch it, I’m both happy and sad. I like it when I tilt more towards happy (which is mostly how I feel about these things), but it’s also always a little sad. For a long time I wanted that last lingering bit of sad to go away (because I just wanted to get over it and get on with it, whatever “it” was), but now I think that it’s OK that it’s in there all the time – like a little stone I carry around in my pocket. Sometimes, like a stone in your pocket, you can forget that it’s there because you are so used to carrying it around. But it weighs something and whenever you reach for a tissue or lip balm or some cash, you remember, oh yeah, that. Yeah, it’s still there.