Blessings - Thanksgiving Day / November 27

A short drive into the country on Thanksgiving morning, and soon I was welcomed into the warm house I grew up in. I could smell the goodness the moment I opened the door...

The homemade bread.
(I embroidered this cloth when I was in junior high,
and Mom lines the Thanksgiving breadbasket with it every year.

The turkey.
(Brandy waited for any little morsel
Dad might drop as he carved.)

The stuffing. The green bean casserole.
The apple pie. The potatoes. The gravy.
(All made from recipes in Mom's memory.)

Then we sat down to the first Thanksgiving dinner in the new sun porch Jeff built. Dad declared me the winner of the eating contest for the third year in a row.

So many blessings.