For cooks everywhere across America this is a day of labor in the kitchen. I personally am overjoyed to be in the kitchen today infusing the house with great smells and tasty treats. I flag a boy when I can find one to do a round of dishes.I know where they hide. Really it’s like floating from task to task because it gives me such pleasure to feed people delicious food. The ironic part of it is most of this meal is what I’m seriously allergic to, so I won’t be eating much of it. (I have a plate of plain food set aside. Oh well. I’m used to it.) But to watch my boys walk with their noses in the air, and rub their hands together in preparation to dig in, well, that makes me happy. Also knowing how much they look forward to their favorites year after year is enough thanks for me.
I recently learned something about Thanksgiving I have never known. President Lincoln declared this day a national holiday during the middle of the worst part of the civil war. It’s almost inconceivable that he would have the audacity to say to America as she was divided and suffering to stop and give God thanks, have a day of feasting, prayer and play. That’s what he said and that’s what America did. If they were suffering so much then and could stop to count their blessings, can’t we find it all the more easier to find our blessings amongst our daily struggles? I think so. I hope so. Have a blessed Thanksgiving to all my dear friends. You are in my prayers this day. I am thankful for your support, devotion and kindness. ~Tonya