Thanksgiving Recap (alternitively titled: How to Know When You've Had Enough Turkey)
We had a lovely Thanksgiving at our house. Just a small gathering of family and friends. It was a nice break to have a low key holiday event. Ben and my mom did most of the cooking, so it seemed really low key for me. We sat around the table and sang "Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?" and recited nursery rhymes...but who doesn't? Tobi was definitely liking the attention...not so big on the food this year though. She did manage to fit her entire dinner into a cup and declared it a pancake. Last year she was all about the food...but that is her thing lately, changing her food likes daily. She did manage to gobble down a piece of pumpkin pie.
On Friday we had more family over... and while we were eating lunch something most certainly went wrong. I think I may have been in the middle of talking, of what I know not, when suddenly I felt my chair giving way beneath me... I think it happened in about 3 distinct phases but in just a few moments I was sitting on the floor atop a disinigrated chair. Now in my defense, I am 7 1/2 months pregnant and the chair belonged to my great-grandfather. I only wish I could have seen it...I could feel that it was funny...the way it happened...fall, stop...sink, stop...crash! Here's Tobi's version and a little bit about potato chips (all accessorizing done by Tobi herself):
(reenactment)
Thankfully I only suffered a bruised glute...and ego...
Ben just starts laughing sometimes...and I know what he is thinking about.
The rest of the weekend was relaxing. No lazy, at-home Saturday would be complete without Swedish pancakes and lingonberries.
I find myself feeling so very thankful for my family...both that live with me and those spread all over the country and world. I'm thankful for renewed hope...especially as I think back on the sadness of this week last year, having just lost a baby among other great sadnesses. It is not that I have forgotten or that I am unmarked by loss, but I am thankful that there can be joy that rises from the depths of sadness...that there is always hope in the midst of tragedy...and that God is Good in all circumstances.
"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever."
Psalm 30:11-12
Now where are those marshmallow topped sweet potatoes that you started a "tradition" of at my house??? I didn't see them on your lovely table. We discussed skipping them, decided we better not, and were melted by Jon's response. Getting up after the beginning of the meal, he asked if anyone would like to join him in saying what they were thankful for. He said he was thankful for parents who made his favorite Marshmallow Topped Sweet Potatoes for his Thanksgiving meal! Thanks guys.
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Now where are those marshmallow topped sweet potatoes that you started a "tradition" of at my house??? I didn't see them on your lovely table. We discussed skipping them, decided we better not, and were melted by Jon's response. Getting up after the beginning of the meal, he asked if anyone would like to join him in saying what they were thankful for. He said he was thankful for parents who made his favorite Marshmallow Topped Sweet Potatoes for his Thanksgiving meal! Thanks guys.
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