Last year we didn’t have Thanksgiving because our family went to India. I was really sad, at first. It was my first Thanksgiving without my family, away from home, with no turkey or, more tragically, Mom’s famous sausage stuffing.
Instead, we spent Thanksgiving Day driving 150 miles north from New Delhi. We had just completed a 20-hour plane ride with a three-year-old and four-year-old. (And did I mention I was 5 months pregnant?) I was not looking forward to this final leg of our journey. The drive took 9 hours and took us through many villages and small towns. And what I saw along the way will stick with me for the rest of my life.
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Amen. May we live everyday thankful for the seemingly “little” things. Spending two weeks of a month in complete silence definitely makes you thankful for a lot of little things.
I’m thankful I can simply say “I love you” to my kids.
Kelly