Once upon a time, my daughter came home from Girl Scouts or something with notice of the Thanksgiving tradition of the five grains of corn. At our feast today, we did that. Robin put five kernels of popcorn (we didn't have REAL corn) on every plate. I read a little story of the tradition--that the pilgrims had only five grains of corn to live on for days--and then we went around the table with each person telling five things for which they were thankful, putting their corn kernels in a little cup. The adults were predictable. We waxed loquatious about each thing. When it was Ryan's turn he was a man of few words: family, friends, health, shelter, food. Period! Robin came just before him and expressed thanks, among other things, that there were grandparents who were kind enough to give presents (she's not stupid!). Grandma Judy's turn was the last. She turned her thankfulness into a prayer that was our food blessing. This wasn't orchestrated. It just happened!
The food was good; the fellowship better. We ate well and came home a couple of hours later quite full. The children played with their friends for a bit and got to talk to their mother/stepfather on Skype from Utah. We watched a movie, ate popcorn and ice cream cones, played Yahtzee, played Spore and Webkinz on the computers. We have 2 1/2 more days to be together until Christmas. We will make the best of our time! When the children are here, it is as if nothing had changed. They are better behaved, perhaps, but still my babies!
God is good.
The day after Thanksgiving in 1986 was the day my mother passed away, suddenly. The day used to be tainted by that. I no longer think about that horrible time.
I am so thankful for all of you!
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