Thanksgiving 2006

Thanksgiving 2006 was another bang-up holiday affair. We had two turkeys to feed the quaint group of 30. It's becoming tighter and tighter in my grandparents house, but that's the way we like it. It's so familiar. . .all of it. Grandma always brings out the brilliant orange tablecloths and some sort of red beverage for someone to spill. I love that regardless of the temperature outside, the front door is propped open and the kitchen window cracked just enough for the cool November air to infiltrate the warmness of the tight quarters. Everyone hides from grandpa to avoid prayer selection. Inevitably, Scott goes for the dark meat so carefully carved by grandpa. The desserts are not-so-secretly perched on the "back porch" awaiting a vulture-like attack post main dish stuffing. I love that we can pick off wherever we finished. Brandon gives the best hugs and Patsy sits on the floor so someone will play with her hair. Dad never lasts the entire occasion and the Cub Bears take lots of potato jokes. Mom vows never to make another macaroni salad and Leah makes some________rolls. Grandpa usually directs cleanup and I revel in the wonderfulness of this blessed season.

Today I am humbled by my simple roots. I'm amazed at the speed of time. I'm aware that where much is given, much is required. Today I'm evermore grateful to be who I am, where I am, and with those I love.