The Kettle Slayer made the cornbread and the sweet potatoes.
Our dinner partners brought a maple cured ham from a pig raised by Jenna Woginrich at Cold Antler Farm. It was delicious.
We even ate some vegetables!
There was thankful weeping (mostly by me) and gales of laughter.
The cranberry sauce altar burned bright.
And we were once again reminded of how much we have and how many blessings are all around us. It is my hope to remember this not just today, but every day. Our abundance is not ours to hoard, but ours to share. We are thankful.
The weather finally turned chilly this week. I still managed a good walk on my lunch break. Hat, scarf, and mittens are now required. The wind is biting and everything in me wonders why I choose to live in this place where the cold and grey last so long. Then I remember the windchill in Wisconsin and realize all over again how wonderful New England is, even in the winter.
The wood stove is my favorite thing these days. The Kettle Slayer and I spend our evenings close by its warmth. So many things to be thankful for.
First birthday in the Blue Castle: singing from my parents, too many meetings, cake, more cake, dinner, tea, presents, singing from my sister and nephew, so many texts and messages, fire in the wood stove, chinese delivery, singing from smallish bears and the Kettle Slayer. A very happy Magic Princess.
The entire week is here on this table. Evidence of days full of blessings. There is a bright and sunny housewarming plant and early birthday presents. The Christmas Book with Vital Information for 2015 is open, ready for grandma’s questions and emails to aunties. We drank all of the milk and I drank all of the Dr. Pepper. The larger bear had a sinus infection and we were able to quickly and easily get medicine. A friend stopped in for tea. The smallest bear got out the eggplant napkin rings for a pretty table (early in the week, when the table top was still accessible). We bought candy for the Advent Calendar and lights for the bannisters. Dear friends brought a card to celebrate our new home. A card and a truck load of firewood. I mended a homecoming dress. We gathered groceries in preparation for Thanksgiving feasting. A colleague gave me a gift basket as a thank you.
I was upset about this table all week. My instinct is to be impatient with myself and others because we can’t seem to pick up after ourselves regularly. Today I looked at the table and saw so many happy moments. I will still clean it up tonight, but as I put each thing away, I will remember to be thankful. I am ever reminded that our cups runneth over.