The makings and bakings
This crowded home of mine ,with just the 10 of us, is so cozy today with amazing smells and beautiful sounds…and a few times today my eyes have gotten teary… this kind of deep joy liquifies so easily…
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This is our 2nd Thanksgiving as “just us”… and I have to say
I am in love…
with a baby who is in love with us and a kitchen full of encouragers
I am in love…
with this daughter who bakes the best pies in town
I am in love…
…so in love with this scene.. and my tall tall son who is ever at the ready to help and hang out just to talk with his family, and with the three year old in the mismatched outfit who always carts the chair around so she can be up in the midst of everything, and for daughters who love reading (finally!) and for little sons who always end up right back in the kitchen.
I love this making and baking as bonding instead of work.
I love preparing all of this shoulder to shoulder with my babies knowing we will wake up tomorrow and rush off to nowhere. We are here… and we are together and we are safe. We will have special breakfast together because there is plenty of time. Each child of mine has something to prepare… so all can feel included. Today we made stuffings, pies and cookies and much more. Playlists on Spotify have been created… because in this family we love music…and, ahem… spontaneous dance parties.
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I am in love with the fast-forward thoughts in my minds eye… as Bel and I ponder pumpkin pies… I think of how this will all look 10 years from now. As Ash asks me about each step to stuffing I think how this will be his job , surely by next year..and it just makes me fall all the more in love with all of this…this… this family.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers…
and to all my readers, wherever you are…
I am so Thankful for you!!!
A Seed Inspired 
Love your heart hon. We made the nine hour drive to be with family and each one has a part to play to divide the cooking up I to small manageable doses. I remember the days my 25 year old was young, her standing on a stool or sharing it with her brothers. Flour and ingredients everywhere. Such sweet memories. Little bit in her bimbo taking it all in…… Priceless.
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you are right… most definitely “priceless”
Happy Thanksgiving!
T
Here enter the memories that sit best even years down the road as a grandmother when you will recreate some of them for the grandkiddies to enjoy~ I promise you will still have that full heart feeling even then, praise God.
loved this but was trying to come up with a picture of the “all 10”.
~ Blessings to you all this American Thanksgiving weekend
from Canadians who celebrate two times and then again every other one of the 365 days in the year.