I promised to share my Thanksgiving day with you, so now you get to hear my boring details. I know it is after Thanksgiving, but there was too much going on to stop and write.
Before that, however, I thank all of you for reading my blog posts. It means so much that you think I am worthy of your time to read what I post. I have always loved sharing any knowledge I have, and blogging has provided the perfect place for me to do that. Thank you again.
Now! My morning began early. I was up at 4 a.m. preparing my turkey for the oven. Before I started n the rest of the meal, I whipped up a batch of pancakes. I do not understand why every day can taste so good on holidays! My pancakes tasted so good! I did panicked for a moment because I could not find the syrup I purchased the day before. However, I was determined to have those pancakes, even if it meant I would have to make some syrup the way my mother used to make it when we were kids.
Fortunately, I found the syrup, and I loved every bite of those pancakes. Once my stomach was satisfied, I washed dishes and got started on my Thanksgiving Dinner.
I look forward to Thanksgiving every year. It is one of four times a year I enjoy cooking for my family. It was different this time. There was only me to cook dinner and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
By midday, my house was smelling so good, and my stomach was very angry with me because I had not fed it. I decided I would rest before feeding myself. About an hour later, I prepared my plate when I heard the front door open and in walked my grandson. He and my sons have keys to my house so they can check on me. At least that is their excuse for requesting keys to my home.
I was very pleasantly surprised and happy to see him. My grandson told me he came by because he did not want me to eat alone, but he could not stay long because his girlfriend had cooked dinner for her family and expected him to be there. I enjoyed having him there and having him love me enough to share his time with me. I raised him from a baby to adulthood. He is more my son than grandson. Later, his dad came by and had dinner. I have two other sons. One son lives out of state with his family. My other son lives about forty miles from me; he had to work and later had dinner with his family.
My day was great despite my decision to cook. I am glad I cooked as if my family was there because I had enough to share with them and eat off for the next several days.
So, now you have read about my dull day. It was not dull for me. Thanksgiving is a time of reflection and to give thanks for the many blessings in my life. I may complain from time to time because I am looking for things I want and do not necessarily need, or take for granted the things I have to survive. At Thanksgiving time, I do think of those things and give thanks to almighty God for his many blessings.
Do not get me wrong. I give thanks every day, but for some reason, it takes on more meaning at Thanksgiving. Monday evening, I start setting up Christmas. At midnight, I flip the switch to light everything. My decorations stay up through the first week in January. That is it for now. Until next time, stay safe, and keep the faith.
Below are pictures of me with my husband and our four sons, and a picture of me holding the grandson I raised from two weeks to adult.