A Thanksgiving Meal
Thanksgiving was this week. My little family sat around the table thinking of all our favorite Thanksgiving days. Paul and I remembered Thanksgiving of ’90, when we left Spokane for Germany. I remember my sister Susan, getting up early to join my parents in seeing us off at the airport.
We had a 24 hour layover in St. Louis, and since it was Thanksgiving day, we felt especially lonely there. We both cried in our strange hotel. Then we got up and went downstairs to the hotel restaurant. There was the most beautiful Thankgiving meal buffet, with linen tablecloths and real china and silverwear on the tables. Amazingly, we felt all better after eating! That was the first time I understood the term “comfort food!”
I also remember Thanksgiving days in different cities, enjoying the holiday with friends that were also away from family members.
I remember one special Thanksgiving meal in Spokane, with my dearest neighbors. Their family was from Pakistan, so my sister and I made them a full Thanksgiving meal at our house. Of course next to that tasty Middle Eastern food, our meal is bland and boring, but our guests were so gracious. They were also dressed in the most beautiful outfits, and I realized after I sat at the table, that I had not even remembered to change my clothes. There I was, eating in my home-maker uniform – sweats! Oh dear…why didn’t Paul say something? In fact, I think I’m wearing the exact same sweatshirt, right now as I type this!
What dear friends, and how I miss them. Shaista, if you’re out there, I sure wish you lived next door to me now! My prayers are with your precious Mama and your brothers too.
This Thanksgiving was quieter than I would have liked, but I will never get tired of a whole day devoted to an attitude of gratitude. I have so much to appreciate, that sometimes, the blessings leave me overwhelmed with God’s goodness.
When I asked my kids what they’re all grateful for, Kristan looked at me and cut right to the chase. “You mom. We’re all thankful for you!”
That smarty-pants. She just wanted me to laugh…and pass her more turkey. It worked.