Just a quick good morning and wishing you the happiest of Thanksgiving days.
Our house is quiet and still. For ten minutes more. At 9:00, the troops will be roused and the quiet will be broken with teen and twenty-somethings moaning and groaning and grumbling. And I couldn’t be more happy to hear it in my home.
I finally fell asleep around 6:00 this morning after tossing and turning all night long. It’s my own fault. I wouldn’t turn off the brain. Please know that every single one of you reading this, whether I know you or not, was thoroughly prayed over last night.
This morning, My Man and I did a small part in taking back our community. We refused to hit the Starbucks for our usual morning-off brews and drinks. With all five us home, that was quiet the chunk of change we saved and, hopefully, served as a message to Starbucks that we aren’t happy with them being open on Thanksgiving Day. I also noticed that I am short on half and half and whipping cream. Oh well. We suffer through with milk in our mashed potatoes instead of half and half and will have to ration out the homemade whipped cream. Can you hear the hint of sarcasm in my tone? I feel ridiculous even typing that knowing how over-the-top blessed and fortunate we are. And I am worried about not having enough half and half? I am so very thankful for all that we have; our family, our freedoms, the problem of too much stuff. In 2014 I am going to be looking for ways to bless others as I have been blessed. Won’t you join me?
I totally blame my friend, Fran for this poking in the eye. I also totally thank her.
Love you guys. Happy Thanksgiving!