Since my husband and I are out of the country this Thanksgiving and obviously not celebrating with the usual family gatherings over the traditional dinner, I’ve been experiencing a spiritual Thanksgiving. Or a time to reflect with gratitude and appreciation for the countless blessings God has bestowed.
Normally on this day I’d be occupied with last-minute trips to the grocery store and intense meal prep, while anxiously following the activities of our grown children to make sure they’re all present and/or accounted for on the big day.
I’ve always loved Thanksgiving because all my life it’s been about gathering with family, often the one day of the year I’d see our Indiana cousins.
As time passed and my husband and I moved West, it was just our own growing family and we developed our own Thanksgiving traditions. One of them is the Thanksgiving Eve maple bar party, and I’m happy to see the kids back in Utah are keeping it alive without us.
This year we celebrated Thanksgiving and Christmas way early, since we were in the States the first part of November. Again, it was turkey, oyster stuffing, mashed potatoes and pie, but most important it was, once again, about the family gathering.