Memories of the day--
sixteen people around two tables;
the loveliness of knowing exactly what would be on the menu;
using Grandmother's measuring spoons, recipes, and serving silver;
hearing belly laughter from the four youngest as they watched a movie;
crunching through the leaves in the park, eleven of us, between dinner and dessert;
singing the Doxology, enjoying the beautiful harmonies of my singing family's voices;
burning the candle that once burned in Grandmother's house;
and giving thanks from the heart, knowing we truly are blessed beyond all we could have asked or imagined.
Thanks be to God!
1 comment:
And God bless you. It sounds a wonderful day.
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