Thanksgiving. . . .
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day. We certainly did. We had Nana and Pop in from CA.; Uncle E, Aunt L, B and D from Chicago; G from Lee’s Summit; M from Malawi via Grandview; Aunt L from Gardiner; Mom, E and J from Olathe; H from KU; s, J and M from KC; and my dear hubby and me.
We had so much food, we had to put it on another table in the adjoining room. As we passed the side dishes. . .one after the other, then another. . .and yet, another. . it was fun to hear all the comments about how “good” it looks, how tasty this will be, etc. My DH slaved away in the kitchen for hours and hours preparing for this meal. E, Mom and Nana all worked pretty hard, as well, in preparing these tasty treats. I am thankful for all they did to prepare the meal.
All that preparation, over the week prior to the holiday, was all gobbled up in a mere 20 minutes.
That evening, the newlyweds arrived; J & M. It was also M’s birthday that day and Nana made sure she had a birthday cake and we all sang to her. We cut the red velvet Happy Birthday cake and they were soon off to the next family gathering.
We played games, told stories, took photos, laughed, teased, ate some more, watched some football, compared gadgets and technology. . .you probably did the same.
There was a very special moment, on Friday. . .with everyone facing the aging process and disease striking several, we wanted to make sure to pray together as a family. You just never know when this visit, will have been the last. We stood in a circle, Pop asked my DH to pray. It was a very emotional moment as he thought of what to say. DH choked back tears and then it happened. . . .
I felt other hands joining the circle. . .you know, when you’re praying like that, and someone realizes they’re late and they run up and grab two hands, separate them and slip their own hand into yours. Usually when that happens you take a quick peek to see who it is and giving them a “knowing nod.” “Hey there, glad you could join us.”
Uncle H, my Dad, Aunt P, Pap and his bride. . . .I felt many of them, of whom we had just been sharing memories, stories, pictures, laughter, love, step back into that circle, grab a hand, and give a little squeeze as “amen” was spoken.
At the conclusion of the prayer, Aunt L started to sing and we all joined in, “Blessed be the tie that binds, our hearts in one accord. . . .” It was a sweet, poignant moment. . and as we sang together, those of our heavenly audience, slipped away quietly. For a moment, heaven and earth were joined in the grasping of a hand.
And I am thankful. . .