The Thanksgiving table at my parents’ cozy home in New Jersey has grown over the years. There have been changes. Nowadays the sippy cups almost outnumber the wine glasses. The food is much improved of late since my sister-in-law (with her brined Turkeys, pumkin cheesecakes, and sourdough stuffing) has taken over the operation.
But some things have remained the same.
My only brother Brandon’s teasing – teasing me because he loves me. And he knows that’s the way I feel loved.
My mother’s gracious and abounding hospitality – Can I get you more water? Do you need more potatoes? How about a cup of tea?
And my father’s Thanksgiving prayer as he sits next to Mom holding her hand after 33 years of marriage. Dad prays and thanks our Lord for the blessings this year that we know about. And for the blessings given us that we don’t even realize we have been blessed with.
These are beautiful days – holding hands for prayer days. Eating pumpkin cheesecake days. Laughing at each others jokes days. I’m thankful days.
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