We had a small, cosy Thanksgiving at our son and daughter-in-law's house, where the talk was mellow and mostly about the meal, as it took all of us to get all the food prepared and heated and ready. Our right speech wasn't speech at all, but taking turns holding the baby. He was fussy at first then settled in to a deep sleep with whichever of us was holding him. His little warm body, fuzzy head and soft skin melted all of us. There was no need to making sweeping statements of gratitude: we were all aware that this new little person in our family was a great blessing.
We didn't talk politics, though we are pretty much in agreement on most issues, and we are all so interested in food preparation that we shared our recipes and complimented each other, pleased with the results. Then we divided the leftovers fairly and each went home with a treat for another day. Our younger son and older daughter called us, and we had a message from the stepmom of the older two kids, and our circle was complete. I feel so blessed with our family, and our intentions to embrace each other and expand the love.
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