The first Thanksgiving in our new home.
During our traditional Thanksgiving dinner, we asked each member what we are thankful for, without repeating what anyone else at the table said. First person to speak said they are thankful for family. I don’t remember what I said, near the end of our family circle.
I am thankful for my family. Sharing our table and new home with our family was everything we wanted. There is something special about having your children, and grandchildren under your roof with you. It was enough.
In a new home there are lots of things still to be done, and the next day, without being asked, they just took care of things. I remember doing the same for my own parents.
A nice fire took care of a pile of wood and provided hours of entertainment. The challenge of a broken metal post (for a laundry line) creating a hazard in the middle of the back yard proved an irresistible challenge. A yard of concrete was holding that post! No wonder it broke off when we tried to pull it out.
We were going to leave the post and its concrete for professionals with big equipment, but our son decided it needed to go. It is gone! The hole is filled with other rubble waiting to be dealt with, and the boys moved dirt to fill it. They made short work of it.
It wasn’t a Turkey Bowl touch football game, but everyone got a little exercise, and being together was fun.
Celebration Smores capped the day.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as full of love as my own. Now, its back to normal life, whatever that is.