Thanksgiving. It’s always been my favorite holiday because it’s meaning is simplicity.
Give thanks. Pretty cool when you stop and think about it.
As a child, I was blessed to celebrate the holiday with a big family. My family and my aunts and uncles and cousins would all roll up in to my grandma’s house.
I remember the smells and the warmth. I remember the comfort and the security and happiness that came with being with my people. I could have never dreamed at that tender age, that those days were fleeting and I would spend most of my life, every passing Thanksgiving or Christmas looking back and reminiscing about those days.
Life is funny that way. It doesn’t let us look in to the crystal ball to see that everything will change. Some things are for the better.
Although my feelings are conflicted and the thoughts of the past make me both happy and sad, all in all, what a wonderful way to grow up. There will be more tears with each year because that is just the kind of person I am, but my heart will feel the love that is still there too.
I’m still surrounded by the love of those family members, but more far and wide, and of this earth and of Heaven . I’m thankful for that and those precious memories. And that is the point after all. To be thankful.
~ Written by Robynn S. Jaymes