I hope that each of you had a very blessed Thanksgiving. Ours was quiet and uneventful, which was very much a blessing. I had injured my back the previous Saturday (that’s a story for another day) and was very thankful to be able to stand up for longer periods of time and cook our Thanksgiving meal. Brian and the kids helped with all the bending and lifting that had to be done along the way and we ended up with a very nice table spread of turkey, cornbread dressing, green bean casserole, rolls, salad, and apple pie for dessert. And I have to say the dressing actually turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself, considering I haven’t really made it in several years. Not as good as my mom’s, but someday…. 🙂
At some point during the day, Sarah was getting bored with football and wanted something to do. Brian was asleep on the couch, I was sitting on the heating pad, and it had become quite clear that she and Daniel did not need to be in the same room together for awhile, so I suggested that she get out her paper and crayons and draw us a Thanksgiving picture. She thought that was a wonderful idea and away she went. When she was done she wanted everyone’s attention, so she woke up Daddy and made Matt pause the football game (this feat can only be accomplished by a select few). Holding the notebook to her chest so that we could not see it until she was ready, her face lit up with a huge grin and slowly turning the picture around she declared…..
“It’s a turkey! A dead one!”
Earlier that morning when I told her it was Thanksgiving Day, she got so excited and said that we needed to “go get a turkey…and kill it!” I, of course, responded that someone had already done that for us and she was perfectly fine with that, too.
I’m not sure where all the dead turkey thoughts came from, but I’m thinking that her Uncle Andrew may be taking her out hunting before the boys ever go…
but he might have to deal with pink camoflauge….
Living thru faith,