I don’t know about you, but I’m not yet in the holiday spirit. Honestly, I feel sad. Maybe it’s due to the funeral I attended yesterday, a very moving outpouring of deep grief. Maybe it’s because of Newtown, CT. Or, that I’m in charge of cooking three different Christmas dinners (which I will enjoy, but
“You are the most important man in your daughters’ lives.” That’s what a friend of mine told me. She is the mother of five girls, and she mentioned a book that she read about parenting. I ordered the book and found it helpful. I’ve spoken to some women over the years, and they too say
Well, I’m happy to report that we had a fun and restful Thanksgiving. We hosted, and I did a lot cooking (see “Since My Mom Died….”). I’ve provided links to the recipes, if they’re online: Thursday lunch: Glazed ham, home-made bread, brie en croute, fruit. Thursday dinner: Brined herb-crusted turkey with cider gravy (see photo above), ham,
I’m thankful for the many blessings God has given me. I’m grateful to my wife, who is patient with me and is a great mother. She is the heart of our family. I am thankful for my children, who are healthy, hard-working and honest. I am so proud. I am thankful to be part of
Since my Mom died (see “My Mother and Her Shoe Boxes”), holidays can be a bummer, frankly. Since my Mom died, I anticipate my birthday with dread, honestly. Family events highlight her absence. By way of background, my mother and I were very similar personality types: extroverts, who like to joke and make things happen.
I am at our town YMCA this Saturday morning, watching two of my children take swimming lessons. We have what some consider to be a “large” family. Yet, it doesn’t feel large to us. Each child is so unique and is such an individual. It would be impossible to lump them into a homogeneous group.