My family has been celebrating Thanksgiving for over two hundred years. My mother’s family emigrated in the early 1700’s from England, Scotland, and Ireland, and my father’s ancestors came in the 1800’s from England.
Our Thanksgiving table grew as the family did. By the time we had all married and had children (and grandchildren), there were fifty or so family members and friends dropping by on Thanksgiving day to visit, laugh, and sample Mother’s famous cooking. Her turkey stuffing was legendary.
Now that my parents have passed away, my extended family no longer meets more than once a year. My children are in California and Japan, and they cannot come home. Our elder daughter is expecting our second grandchild any minute, and our younger daughter’s husband plays for the 49ers. It may be another year before we see the elder one, and it will certainly be the NFL offseason until we can expect a visit from the younger.
We cannot go to them at this time either, but I’m thankful for all the good memories I have of previous times together.
I’m thankful to have been born into a family who valued family relationships and honored those ties. I’m thankful to have had Godly parents who reared me in their faith.
Our celebration may be small this year, but I’m thankful that my daughters are happy and married to men who appreciate and adore them.
Most of all, I’m thankful that however many miles may separate us, we all love each other.