Blessings

What an unbelievable joy to have a baby in the house for Thanksgiving this year! If we (God willing) get to adopt our Baby Z, I will spend days restoring his sweet face into all our blog posts. I will be able to color our family memories fully with all the crayons in our box.

The pictures I'd love to show here would include my dad feeding Z on the couch, Z dressed in his finest Volunteer apparel (What? It's orange, a fall color). They would include Z being passed around like the Thanksgiving turkey.

But what I can show are memories like both my girls helping me for days prior in the kitchen, including the one (ironically named Bird) who doesn't like Thanksgiving dinner.


They include Juliana organizing and labelling our buffet spread.

And Walter helping (i.e. "begging") Gramma in the kitchen. What this doesn't show, however, is Mom illegally supplying him with turkey.

Mostly, I am thankful to live in a house filled with love with people who bring me joy.

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (James 1:17)