When you live many hours away from your nearest family members, occasions (and pictures) like this are extra special. (This is Steve and Summer having morning coffee with my brother Tim, who was visiting with his family from Minneapolis.)
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After the men (and the new couple from our church) had all arrived at our home, Steve gathered us in a big circle and we joined hands to pray. He asked each person to pray a sentence prayer, which was a wonderful way to start things off; in fact, I got downright teary eyed at some of the prayers.
On this day after Thanksgiving, I am especially thankful for one particular recent memory.
Last Monday, we had gone sightseeing with my visiting family members and had quite accidentally timed our arrival at the Bodie Island Lighthouse to coincide with the advent of the golden hour.
Sunday night, my brother and his family arrived from Minnesota, diligently carting with them some of their cold northern air with which to replace our warm southern air.
But that’s okay. We let them stay anyway.
Whenever Meagan posts a new picture of Noah on Facebook, I always become overcome with Proud Grandma Feelings and get the immediate, irresistible, unexplainable, uncontrollable urge to share said picture with (at least) half of the free world.
So. Please excuse me for a moment while I do just that.
I’ve just been sitting here thinking ahead to Thanksgiving week and the happy (maybe even occasionally chaotic) busyness that will be entering our lives.
I love it when stories from this blog take on lives of their own; it’s great to get to be a small part of events that grow beyond what I could ever plan. The following story is a great example:
I first posted this story in February of 2011 and just ran across it again last night. I’ve always loved the beauty, the sweetness, and the imagery of this story but it has an added poignancy now since Allison’s dad, Joe, has recently been diagnosed with esophageal cancer and is in another brave battle for his life after having already fought brain and lung cancer. He loved his daughter so much and so I am posting this story again . . . in honor of Joe and also just because I love it so much.