I’m celebrating my second Thanksgiving of blogging – currently from the comfort of my very own bed.
Last year, I kept a running commentary of everything that went down on Thanksgiving day and posted it at the end of the day, with pictures of course. If you want to re-live (or read it for the first time) the joy of that day, be my guest.
Eventually I’ll get out of bed so that there are more exciting things to share with you.
I kept my promise and got out of bed. And, let me tell you, it was worth it! It’s my daddy’s 50th birthday today, he made pancakes (it seems backwards, but he enjoys making breakfast.), and Brooke and I gave him a subscription to a really neat gift-of-the-month club. They’ll send him a box full of fun, gourmet snacks every month for the next three months, AND with every box they give him, they’ll donate a meal to a child in need – in MN they give them through Second Harvest Heartland. (Interested in giving that? Got a foodie philanthropist in your life? check it out here)
At breakfast there was more catching up, which was great, but – more importantly- there was BUTTER.
Since breakfast ended, I’ve been continuing to take advantage of the free laundry offered at this Bed & Breakfast (I like that… I might start referring to this place as the Home B&B. we’ll see if it catches on), rollerblading around the neighborhood, running into neighbors who stop their cars to graciously chat with me for a few minutes – until more cars come, and breathing in deeply the aroma of home.
It’s nice to be here.
Next up: shower, another cup of coffee, and getting ready to go to Stella’s for the food extravaganza of the year!
As my blood sugar got low, I caved and warmed up leftover macaroni.
If my dad is ready, we’ll be leaving in about 3 minutes, with 6 or so dishes of food in tow. Most likely that won’t happen since my dad is notorious for not being ready to go on time. But, since it’s his birthday, we don’t give him grief for it.
Garlic mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, whole wheat rolls, quinoa salad, pumpkin pie, meringue cake, and turtle cake (no turkey for the only vegetarian at the table). Now you know how I spent the last 6 hours. Just add one of my favorite families, great conversation, and a snowstorm, and you have the whole afternoon.
I’m so thankful for those traditions that stick around year after year, like the garlic mashed potatoes and meringue cake and Thanksgiving with people who aren’t family by blood but are integrated into our hearts like family. Tradition is great in times of transition. I’m thankful that my family includes food in every tradition, nearly.
Yet, along with the tradition, I’m thankful that my life isn’t stagnant. I’m grateful that God is taking me places – literally and in my walk with Him and in my imagination – that are new and fulfilling. I’m thankful for new friends, for the transitional experiences with them that build us together. Transition seems key to growth, at least when I look back at my life.
Garlic is close to the top of the list, but I’ve got so many more meaningful things to be thankful for. You’re one of them, since you’re taking the time to read this. It’s nice to have companions on this journey.
Rejoice always; pray continually, giving thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18