Only the comforting drip of water disturbs the silence of this sleeping house. It is Thanksgiving morning and everyone is counting their blessings with an extra hour (or two) in bed. I imagine that my sister is awake upstairs reading her scriptures and whispering to her husband before he departs for his rounds at the hospital; the little girls may be dressing dolls or turning the pages of their fairy books. But the boys, the boys with their wrestling and jumping from bed to bed are most certainly still asleep.
I love this holiday where we pull up the covers to relish in our blessings rather than leap out of bed to get something new. I intend to savor every moment of this day with my family.
It was a twelve hour drive through miserable weather in a too-crowded car to my sister’s house, but yesterday as I watched our children chasing each other through the garden, building block towers, laughing and dancing in the kitchen as we rolled out thirteen pies (two pecan, three chocolate mousse, two apple, two cherry, two pumpkin, two Toll House)– I felt incredibly blessed. Perhaps my favorite hour of the day was when my my three middle boys, inspired by a hat I made on the drive, begged me to teach them to knit. My nieces donated large needles and skeins of yarn as we formed a massive knitting circle– knit one, purl two.
And so, today, I’d like to hear/read your favorite moment of the holiday. Please share a glimpse of your happiness. Together, let’s knit and weave a long, grateful list that will wrap us in the comfort of God’s blessings.
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