Saturday, November 29, 2008

Thanksgiving

We had a quiet Thanksgiving-- just my parents and Mr. Honey and I and the girls.

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Mom decided to set out the china that Dad brought her back from Vietnam thirty-eight years ago.

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The kids, dressed in seasonal garb, helped tie the ribbons around the napkins.

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The hardworking hostess, and Cornflower.

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Our genial host.

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"Peace and Mercy and Jonathan,
and Patience (very small)..."

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"The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rockbound coast..."

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"We thank Thee, Father, for the care
That did not come to try us..."

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The table set for dessert.

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The joy of the day distilled into one beautiful cup.

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Every host and hostess enjoys seeing a clean kitchen at the end of a feast.

2 comments:

queen shenaynay said...

Hey, whaddyaknow! We read those same poems during our lunch!

hehe.

:-)

Katie said...

Well, I wonder where we got the idea?

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Hee hee.