The day before Thanksgiving our fourth born and family met us at a restaurant for lunch. Their little girl had grown so much since we had last seen her. She has such personality, focuses on what is going on around her, and is generally quite content.
When we got to our oldest son's house the next day, you might guess that Mamaw wanted to hold the new baby as much as possible. He is in sleeping and eating and growing mode.
Ah, the son, daughter-in-law and child with a cousin alongside and a young couple who also were invited.
We sang hymns, several of which were sung by the Pilgrims. Children were dressed like Pilgrims and Indians.
Some were dressed in everyday clothes.
There are family characteristics evident. A blessing poem was written for this one (at "Into this World") as for all my grandchildren.
I think that he is ready to eat.
The next few shots show how past ready the rest were to eat.
They only look distressed. They acted quite patiently despite the wait for food preparation.
The bellies were empty and the Sun was full.
Ah, at last! That's more like it.
After the meal there were crafts for all of the children with assistance from parents, aunts and uncles.
Encouraging words and assistance were the mode.
This one decided to sit out the crafts for some more dessert.
Growing is hard work.
Mom stands with Governor Bradford.
There were some games, too.
We are not thankful in some vague, general sense. Our feasting was punctuated by prayer, singing, and remembering all that we are grateful for to our Creator, Lord, and Savior Jesus Christ. We are undeserving of any good and yet He is the giver of all good gifts. We are especially thankful for family and freedom to worship.
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