Thanksgiving morning. My three youngest helped me tear the bread into little pieces for the stuffing.
I was a little worried about the day; hoping that I would have the right attitude and energy for a warm family gathering.
It was the best Thanksgiving ever. I praise God for that.
I was surprised by a double yolk. David told me to leave it the way it was and he ate it himself at dinner time.
All of the children helped me; here’s Ethan doing the carrots and dip.
My big beautiful new addition! There is another table to the far right, and one on the far left (not seen in photo) under the window for the food.
Mom and Dad arrived at around 12.
My brother Nate was given the important task of getting the heavy bird out of the oven…..it was 25 pounds, so with the stuffing it was even heavier. We were all nervous.
He’s smiling because he had pretended to drop it!
Dad said it was one of the moistest turkeys he ever had. It was a butterball and I roasted it in an oven bag.
Brother Isaac taking a photo of the pies in sunshine.
Abbie and Grace, and Jason hiding behind the flowers.
It’s really hard to take a good picture of these two, when they’re together they get silly! Abbie’s birthday was Wednesday so now they are both teenagers.
Rich carving the turkey. Nate making sure he does it right.
Seth was asking me if he could have soda. Look at that face, of course I said “yes”.
Dad and sister Amanda
deviled eggs, seafood salad, orange tapioca salad.
mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, corn casserole, squash, stuffing, salad, rolls, and Sarah in the high chair.
I had no appetite after cooking all morning but managed to eat all this.
My nephews, Gregory and Weston.
Caleb with my nieces Makayla and Naomi
Brother Isaac sat in the rocking chair.
It was wonderful to have space for everyone in our new room.
Right after dinner the little ones went outside for fresh air. I took this picture through the window, just before poor Seth fell down the hill. He was okay.
Mom and Dad spent the night and left on Friday.
Seth. I had to pin his arms down, and then booted him off my lap.
With my dad.
With my parents.
So much to be thankful for.
And now we move gracefully on into the Christmas season.
Please pray for my friend Hannah, it’s her birthday today and she’s an hour from being induced for delivering her sixth baby!
So once in every year we throng
Upon a day apart,
To praise the Lord with feast and song
In thankfulness of heart.
~Arthur Guiterman, The First Thanksgiving