Feeling Alive

I think I told you, Robert and I headed northeast to New Hampshire last weekend for Thanksgiving with two of my daughters and their families. Since we all live so far apart, we always hold it on the Saturday after, to give everyone time to get there and no one has to leave because of work the next day. My family is used to it, having done it this way for nearly forty years -- we decided long ago, it wasn't the actual day Thanksgiving was on that was important. It's what we're thankful FOR that's important, that and of course, getting as many of us together in one place as we can, so we can all be thankful together.

We had such a good time (big sigh) and many precious memories were saved. By being there, it meant I had been with all three of my daughters within a two-week period of time. I had also enjoyed the warm and wonderful fuzzies of having been with all nine of my grandchildren, too -- not an easy task when they're spread out in three different states, from North Carolina all the way up the coast to Connecticut and New Hampshire. Maybe next year, it will even be all three girls and their families ... I have so much to be thankful for.

As we were driving home on Monday, Robert paid me one of the nicest compliments I've ever received. "Honey, you're a wonderful lady, and I've always thought you have such a great personality ... but, Cath', when you're with your grandchildren ... that's when you really come ALIVE. Now I've seen the REAL you." (Thank you, sweet Robert)

I couldn't close this blog today without sharing a little happening ... Saturday, I found my three-year-old grandson with his finger up his nose to the second knuckle. I asked, "Would you like a tissue, sweetheart?"

My grandson: "No sanks, Grammy, I got it ..."

I hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful!!