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Thankful Heart


Last weekend Matt and I were able to spend the long holiday weekend with my parents in Oklahoma. We enjoyed long, lazy days watching football, dining on wonderful homemade food, shopping around town, putting up Christmas decorations and just spending quality time together. Thanksgiving at Mom and Dad's has become a family tradition over the past few years and one that I treasure. I simply love everything about the weekend; putting on aprons and helping Mom in the kitchen, setting a pretty table, watching Dad carve the turkey, helping Mom decorate her Christmas tree, and helping Dad put up Christmas lights, watching football, football, football, eating leftovers, and exploring the Atwoods store for goodies. No matter how old I get - it's like I'm a kid again!

This year, two of my dearest friends' fathers have struggled with life altering and debilitating illnesses. My heart aches for them as they watch their fathers weaken and watch their mothers take on new roles as caregivers. Standing outside with Dad, watching him as he went up and down the ladder, helping string the lights...I got a little choked up. I was simply overwhelmed with gratitude for another Thanksgiving with my parents...for the simple things, for their continued health, for warm weather and another wonderful weekend together.
As we enter into the holiday season, we can't help but be full of gratitude for our loving families and HOPE as we wait to add another little kiddo to the bunch.
 

Comments

Thanks for the reminder of what's REALLY important. Can't wait to see a sweet baby added to that family photo :-) Praying for you every step of the way! xo
Matt and Emily said…
Thanks Shelley!! Us too!!

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