Thanks

Since we were hosting everyone for Christmas Day, we had a smaller group for Thanksgiving.  All the adults could even fit at one table, which is a rare occurrence, indeed. 

 

These pristine pictures are so very misleading.  I don't even know why I post them because the kitchen was piled high with dirty pots from floor to ceiling.  Perhaps pictures are my way of creating order out of what is often anything but.

 

Still, a near all-nighter spent baking and cleaning plus extra help from Deb in the morning made those sparkling pictures above a reality...for one day, at least.  

John had to work, but I made sure to make him a name card during the middle of night, too, if only so that I could eat more than one.

I took these pictures before my Mom arrived with her portion of the food.

When she showed up with a SECOND turkey and as many side dishes as I already had on the table, we had to fill the counters, too.

 

Thank goodness we could squeeze all the pies onto the stove.  

The girls helped decorate their table; yup, that's a chicken feather in the place of honor.

 

We ate leftovers for the next week, and each bite was evidence of the wealth God has allowed us for this time-- measures heaped up and spilling over.  May we never take it for granted.

And here's the luxury of a lingering Thanksgiving evening-- slow moments, easy conversation with people we love, and lots of reading on the couch, cookies in hand.