I hadn’t seen my family since August so it was exciting to get back home. As soon as my Mom came to the door, I took this picture. She was saying, “Happy Thanksgiving!!”
The day was a cozy one. My dad peeled 10 pounds of potatoes for enough mashed potatoes to feed a small army. We all had a good laugh about it later when I heeped the serving bowl sky high with fluffy white pototoes—and especially when we had all eaten our fill and there was plenty left over. One of my brothers figured out that Mom had prepared enough for us all to have at least 1 pound of mashed potoatoes each.
My Dad played Stratego with the boys. Here is a picture of my Dad waiting with patience and perhaps a grain of amusement as Ethan wonders where oh where to move next.
Ethan’s attire made me smile all day. I tried to talk him out of the jeans with holes in the knees but he really did think he looked nice enough. Here he is, with sparkling happy eyes, with his Uncle Isaac.
My mom made three homemade pies: apple, pumpkin and “razzleberry”. . . Dad says that no one makes a razzleberry pie like Mom. It’s filled with raspberries and blueberries.
The turkey was wonderful. And Mom’s homemade stuffing was perfect.
After the meal was over Mom and I went outside and saw this gorgeous sunset:
I am thankful for my family. By God’s grace all of us are born-again Christians and what a difference that makes as we interact with one another. What a difference it makes in our spirits, as we know for sure that we are family now and family for eternity! I love you all: Mom, Dad, David, Maria, Nathan, Melissa, Makayla, Amanda, Jason, Naomi, Abbie, Isaac, Brittany, and my own crew: Rich, Jacob, Ethan, Grace, David and Caleb.
a thankful heart is a happy heart