The heart of the home is what makes the Thanksgiving holiday so special.

When I think of this, I see visions of my mother in her apron, basting the turkey, then carefully whisking flour and butter into the turkey pan drippings to make the gravy. The smell of turkey, apple pie and fresh baked bread wafted out of the kitchen through out the house, spreading her love.
Ours was a very traditional home. While Mom was busy in the kitchen, Dad did his part by stoking the fire and watching football with whomever was not in the kitchen.
I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! Though this year, I hope to shake things up a bit. It will be the smallest Thanksgiving gathering we’ve had in years – with just my two girls, my husband and his parents. So, my intention is to have more fun in the kitchen by getting everyone involved with the cooking – a team effort.

During the Thanksgiving holiday, I can’t help but think of the ones who have no home and no family to be with. My prayer is that they know that they too are loved, that we are all blessed by God’s love.

Bringing us back to the origins of Thanksgiving, the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in 1621. Pilgrims and Native Americans joined together to celebrate the harvest and give thanks for health and prosperity, survival I imagine. They too shared the prayer, Thanks Be To God.

Gathering together this year came early for my family. On Saturday we celebrated my father in law’s 90th birthday. The joy from this celebration fills my heart with such gratitude for the collective love we share, in this moment and all the time.

As we celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday and all of our blessings, may we carry the feeling of gratitude into all of our days.