The flowers arrived yesterday morning, a gift from my brother Drew. I wasn’t expecting them so they were doubly precious. They will be center stage at today’s feast.

It wasn’t until I brought them inside and set them on the table that I realized they were arranged in a cornucopia — a horn of plenty.

I grew up with one of these. It sat on our dining room table, the same one we’ll sit at today (newly relocated to my house).

The cornucopia is a symbol of abundance, and for me, of gratitude. It is as chock full of blossoms as this house will soon be of people.

I’m grateful for the flowers, the food, the people — for the abundance of it all.