Thanksgiving 2010

How was your Turkey Day?

Did you eat too much?

Are you still working on leftovers?

Do you wish adult pants came in adjustable waist?

I do.


We had a fabulous Thanksgiving.

Even though I could have lived without the two hour drive in the rain. Each way.

I like road trips and all.

But my ADD gets the best of me and I have to keep myself busy.





We had the standard Southern Thanksgiving spread.

Turkey.
Cornbread Dressing.
Cranberry Sauce
Chicken and Dumplings.
Green Beans.
Sweet potato casserole.
Pumpkin pie.
Coffee.
Repeat.

I gained at least 5 pounds just by walking in the door.

So grateful for another year with my Grandpa Fisher.

The man that used to rock me to sleep on his chest.



I am his oldest grandchild and he is the only grandparent I have left.

He is a pistol I tell you.

Cancer survivor.

Frequent flyer.

Preacher of the Gospel.

Living life to the fullest.

He has even written and published an autobiography of his life.

An amazing story.

Thankfully he left out the time he pinched my leg in church to shush me up and I yelled out "Grandpa you pinched me!" for the entire congregation to hear.

Poor guy...he was the preacher...and we were on the front row.

No need to include it I suppose.

As many times and my grandma told it I am sure no one could ever forget.

My children do not have a huge memory of their other great-grandparents so I feel especially blessed to know that they have a deep rooted understanding of this man and his life.

And his legacy.



I have so much respect and admiration for both he and my dad and treasure each time I get to see them.

Good food.

Family.

Four generations under one roof.

Truly something to be thankful for.

The new jiggle in my thighs?

Not so much.



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On our way back home we stopped in to see my best friend Stephanie.

We have been friends since Jr. High.

But became much closer as we went through High School.


















That's us on the right our Senior year.




And us on Thanksgiving 16 years later.

We still look good Steph. Even after 3 kids :-)

We have shared more laughs, inside jokes, and shopping bags than two people ever should.

There is something very special to me about this friend that goes far beyond sleepovers and trips to the mall.

Stephanie was the one holding my hand when I accepted Christ.

She cared about my soul enough to ask me to go to church with her.

Her entire family did in fact.

They invited me in to their home and loved on me as one of their own.

They somehow looked over the mess that I was as a teenager and saw me through the eyes of Christ.

And it made all the difference.

Only 3 little miles separated us back then.

I wish that were true today.

Thank you Steph for loving me and my small shoulders all this time.

I love you.



"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"