When I was a kid Thanksgiving meant going to Grandma Boocks’ house in western Pennsylvania and running around with my cousins while the food was being prepared.
There was usually snow on the ground and a sense of anticipation in the air, because Christmas break was right around the corner.
Sometimes we all crowded around the kids table in the kitchen and fought over who got to use the cowboy boot cup. But I liked sitting with the adults in the dining room. The food was great, and I loved my grandmother’s apple pie.
What I remember though, and what I miss, is the feeling of being in a house filled with people I love.
My grandparents are no longer with us, but something of that time and that love has stayed with me. I’m so thankful for those memories, and for my extended family, on both sides.
This year I spent Thanksgiving with my sweet friend Kim, and we sat down to a beautifully set table at her mom’s home in Pasadena and enjoyed an amazing meal.
It was a great day, and I loved hearing the kids in the background… playing games on the porch and popping in and out to deliver important food-fight-related information.
After dinner Penelope put on her grandfather’s headphones and started singing at the top of her little lungs. I love the shots of her dancing and studying the keyboard!
I need to go to bed but it seems fitting to end this with my gratitude list for the day…
Thank you Lord for my family, and how much they mean to me.
For a day that started with friends in Fallbrook and ended with friends in Pasadena.
For provision that goes above and beyond what I truly need.
For You and Your great love.