I was "blessed?" to work Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.
Friday we celebrated Thanksgiving.
Pumpkin Pies............I forgot the sugar. (seriously NASTY)
4 (count 'em 4) attempts at making pie crusts. (all ended up in the garbage along with the nasTAY non-sugared Pumpkin pie)
I finally looked at the gray haired guy standing in the kitchen
watching his wife come apart at the seams...
and I said through clenched teeth.....
"go buy some pie crusts from the store!"
Thank goodness that it was only Black Friday
and the grocery stores weren't the places to be.
It wasn't one of the more stellar meals that I've tried to prepare.
Thank goodness for Tara(DIL) and Lynsey(daughter) who made hams, salads and
food fit for human consumption.
But as we finally sat down to eat and I looked around at ALL of my family.
My dear patient husband who loves me in spite of me.
My five children who are growing up to be awesome people and great friends.
My three in-law children who I feel like I've know for the eternities.
My seven grandchildren who call me names like namma, gwamma, gramma Tauna, dramma.
If I could only have one word to describe the emotion of that moment
it would be fierce. I love them all so fiercely.
I would do anything for them.
I love them with everything that I have.
It took my breath away.
We only had one day of celebration together.
But I am blessed.