Thanksgiving Week Already? Eeek!

 

David Letterman said something the other night that I loved -- it was along the lines of:

The problem with children is . . .

they're our replacements.

Exactly.  You spend your whole career, not to mention the majority of your resources, grooming the person who is really there to take your job . . . and probably look better doing it.  Hmmm.

My personal replacements:  Hannah, Chelsea and Lindsay

On the other hand, they're irreplaceable.

It's a fact -- I can't imagine a world without my daughters, as if they always existed and we were just waiting to be introduced.  My favorite guests at any dinner party.  And they even like my cooking.

This is the first time I will not have any of them at my table for Thanksgiving.  That's the downside of running away from home -- you can't bring everyone else with you, and so you are forced to spend Thanksgiving without them.  On the bright side, for Thanksgiving I'll be with a lot of people I never get to see during the holidays: parents, nieces and their children, siblings.

Probably a good thing I couldn't have all of them together at once.  Too much goodness at one sitting.  No room for pie when there is so much happiness inside and everywhere I look.







 From the Hinckley Thanksgiving Placecard Archives

I hope your Thanksgiving is overflowing with all the things that make you feel thankful, Dear Reader!  Whether you can eat them or not . . .

(I'll be traveling home for a day or two, so Small Works will return next Wednesday or so, at which time I promise not to complain about the weather.  For one post.)

Until then . . .
 

Happy Blessing-Counting!