Thanksgiving is about Basting in Memories and Tasting the new ones.---Yesterday is yesterday and today is today!

I hated gravy, when I was little. I must've been 7 years old, in my mommy's kitchen with the women all around me. Grandma Del. gave me a spoon and said "stir the gravy". I looked out of the window in that tiny kitchen, before the renovation had given us a door there. We were surrounding the tiny table in the nook. I scrunched up my nose and stirred the horrid looking concoction that would become gravy, after awhile. I guess no one would like gravy, if they had to stir it together at 7 like I did. Those are the joys of being the eldest child of the 27 year old young mommy. Littler children were occupying themselves and grown up 7 year olds had to be occupied with womanly duties. I know now that Ruth's job in my life was to remind me how old I really was and not how old I was being treated. Grandma Del was certainly my delegator and Grandma Mon was just love and loving in my life. Grandma Hanst reminded me that I wasn't Glen, just a great-grand.

I look at my turkey this 2015 and am grateful for the delightful grandmothers who poured gravy into my soul and made me totally basted with lots of love and flavor. I use my basting spoons to try to share some of what they gave me to you girls and boys, men and women. I try to help you enjoy the taste of the gravy, maybe a little more than I did.

Thankful that we were on your schedule this year for Thanksgiving and so sorry that we couldn't make it to you for the birthday. You are a barrel of laughs. You yelled back at Emily, like none of us do, yesterday.

I laughed so hard at your way of shutting her up.

She's Home!

Thank you, thank you, Thank you God! Baby girl is home again!

What have I to ask beside?

Where's my Baby? Is it Christmas Break, Yet? Come Home Now! I can wait only till Monday... Or else...

You better be packing to come home.

I miss you too much!

Momma

It's Nettie's Birthday today, sweetie pie!!!

She looks happy enough, although I think 29 is too young to be cumbered with a husband and two precious souls to raise. I love the happy family they have become and what they represent. Don't you be so stupid to cumber yourself with such huge responsibilities at so young an age. I know now that that is what my dad was saying every time he saw a young family. He would start counting on his fingers and calculating how many he had at that young age. It is too heavy, he was saying. This is a hard road alone and with a wife and the more the weight the harder the trudge and the slower the journey. Enjoy the trip, either way. But don't say I did't tell you so! :)

Missing my Baby Girl!

I was talking about you, darling. Sunday was a delightful time in the Lord. The Ebenezer Church came to visit us for the church anniversary. We praised the Lord and heard a word from Pastor Dee. I missed having you there with me. You know we will see you soon. Stay as sweet as you are love. Mommy!!!

Did you see new baby Chin? Sayeed I think that's his name?

Isn't he a cutie-pie?

Hi Sweetiepie!!!

!!! I missed calling you last night, working lady. I bet this job is a whole lot easier than McDonald's. Maybe you can study while you work. Did you bring your math stuff to study? You probably didn't. What a yucky weather pattern we have in our neighborhood? Is it the same for you? Did you see the pictures of the baby cousins on Facebook?That is my Scarlet"Violet", Brooklyn, Charlotte and Addy, behind the big book. They are adorable. My babies are filling my heart lately. They are violent with each other, these days and I am telling them to stop beating on each other now, instead of the "Babywipe" mantras. Every toy is a wrestling match. I am supposed to replace the toy that they are fighting over and redirect them.

The other day, Kaius saw me getting upset about them taking down something with the blocks that I was showing them and he got me another toy to divert me. I giggled a lot to think about that. Maybe they are learning.