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old & new traditions––
My daughter cooked her first Thanksgiving meal this year – each dish from scratch, including the pies. She prepared our favorites and added a couple of new dishes to the spread. It was delicious, every morsel. We had our first holiday dinner at my son's new home (his first house). He has now claimed Thanksgiving as 'his' holiday. Works for me. :)
It was an interesting mix of strange (what? I don't have to cook... anything?) and gratifying. That feeling of things coming full circle. It was also the first holiday without my dad. Each bite of sweet potato or pecan pie (two of his favorites and mine) carried a memory... like the year I attempted to make a sugar-free pecan pie for him. It was pretty awful, but he bravely ate it, anyway.
Oh, and the picture above is Luke's very first "hand" turkey. He asked me to help him trace his hand and knew to make each feather a different color. Why his turkey has four legs, though, I don't quite know... Lately, he's all about family relations – figuring out how each member fits: "You're my daddy's mudder and you're MY gran-mudder". We look at lots of old, childhood photos of his daddy, aunt and uncle as he processes the fact that they were once kids like him – "And I'll be BIG and STRONG like my daddy when I grow up." Yes, but I hope that day doesn't come so fast. I'm thoroughly enjoying his delightful, three-year-old self.
Life is more of a spiral than a circle, as we pass the torch from one generation to the next.
Haiku your heart here, with Rebecca and friends.
Peace to your heart & soul.