Today was Thanksgiving 2019. I went to my dear sweet sister's, Jamaila's house first. She shared with me her delicious mashed potatoes and her wonderful moist turkey. I was able to sniff her sweet toddler and laugh hysterically with friends that are more like family. I made my Puerto Rican baked ziti, complete with sofrito. I miss hanging out with Puerto Ricans. How come nobody out here uses Adobo? I was missing the pernil and arroz con gandules (they are called pigeon peas, did you know this?).
After this, I went home to pick up my other ziti and I went to the Pastor's house. More friends, more fun and more merriment. I loved watching my children play with their friends. Throughout the day, I got texts. I got texts from family and texts from friends. Thank you for remembering me on this day. I wore my fancy orange shadow and I used my MAC setting spray. I can't believe that it rained. Driving home in the chilly wind with my babies, I thought of my friend, Cari. I thought of my husband. My son is so tall now. My daughter is almost past me. Despite the twinges of sadness here and there, I am happy and thankful. I continue to be blessed beyond all measure.
I am so thankful. I have warm winters. I have children that I think are absolutely stunning. I have such incredibly good friends. I serve a such a good God. He is so good to me, so good. I think that despite the fact that I'm a widow, God has been merciful to me. I am ever thankful for the blessings that I have.