Thankful Thursday

So much to be grateful for this Christmas time.

My sweet Beloved took the children and I shopping and we were able to amply provide for the menu for the Eve and the main event and even a celebration of friendship in the evening.
We are so blessed.
My beloved gave me some "smoked salmon" and these wonderful Christmas red roses.
I took such great pleasure in making an arrangement for the Christmas table. It was so much fun to get to do an arrangement. I love floral arranging very much. The beauty of the life is a real pleasure to my eyes and my soul.
I had a nice salmon snack and we even gave the children some fresh mandarin oranges and the history of them as well.

My joy was full in the time He and I set aside for each other late Christmas eve.
This is something we have done for 25 years now.
When we begin anew.

I saw the joy of generous gifts received upon the faces of my children. Such abundance.
Thank you Auntie and Uncle.

We were so grateful to be able to replace the old bicycles with new bikes.

I was touched at how God had relayed the desires of my heart to another
Thank You SILove

My children appreciated the work of my hands.
This was huge for me.
For I poured my heart into the many things I made for them. They were grateful. This pleases me for them too. To see that character really set sail to my faith and assured me that even in my weakness as a parent I am having a good effect for the lives they have ahead of them.

I was deeply touched to hear my daughter heart toward me in her written work. No greater gift could I have received.
Dash with his "Baby Dog" sang so happily that it was sweet to the very tooth of it. :)

Witnessing a grandfather explain the plane that he flew in WWII.
Seeing an Elder open his heart to this new generation and to open his own heart to the memory of those days hard won. When Men were men and our country stood up against a tyranny that decimated a population. This is one hero of our Country.. So many are now silent.
As that generation is leaving as Grandfathers dear friend went home to be with the Lord this month. So many of the WWII veterans are forgotten.
When History is forgotten it often repeats it self.
We must never forget.

I thank the dear Grand parents who cared so deeply as to ask for the desires of the kids hearts and to gift them with the very toy the each wished for.

But the greatest of all of these was the time afforded the generations to be together and enjoy one another.
My husband Brother and Parents spending a nice day together , leaving all too soon to my started surprise when Dove mentioned we might have friends over later. I do hope they did not feel rushed off..
An unexpected joy of enough energies to set a table for friends to fellowship and our kids to play.

And at the end of the day ...
My beloved told me the story of the Iron.
We took a trip today and re-purchased it.
He will return the other one.
Wow an iron that is well...like a robot sorta.
It makes me laugh.