O-Blogatory Thanksgiving Post

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In all of time there has never been another day like today. The minutes and hours pressed on, never slowing, never ceasing, urgently ushering in the new tomorrow. The sun rose, the clouds zoomed by, the birds flew, mice scurried, fires burned, trees slumbered.

Footballs soared through the warm air, children laughed and screamed and ran. Bears were hunted, rocky hills ascended, tamales eaten, a frenzied paper snowstorm visited Grandma's house. Apples were peeled, crust rolled out, the smell of baking pie soaked into every nook and cranny of free space. A frozen turkey made it's final journey to the pan for defrosting.

Floors were mopped, shelves dusted, dishes washed, floors vacuumed, all things set in order for special visitors.

Family laughed, and ate, and cried, and hoped together. Sadness and joy intermingled, crisscrossing like fine spiderwebs - strong and sure but delicate too.

All to make ready for a day of thanks.

"This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it."

For this I am truly grateful.

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Pam said…
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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