It's been 4 weeks now since our life was completely changed by the arrival of one small girl.
I tucked her into the folds of my wrap. It holds her tight and all scrunched up against my chest like she used to be before she was born. My boys were with me. From little curly blonde haired Nehemiah to dark chocolate, strong and quiet Zion all the way up to my quirky genius Ephraim. They each carried jam, rolls, and pies.
Then the 11 of us started the sunny, warm walk to our first Thanksgiving dinner.
I don't know why the man guarding the gate wanted to know where my man was and if anyone was at my house, but it was then that I told my first lie in Spanish. "Mi esposa es en me casa".
Actually he was at work and would be the last one of the large group assembling for dinner.
That year I ate the best stuffing that I had ever had.
Later, Lazuli swung in my arms to the odd time signature that Leon likes to play and we sang. The group was so kind to ask and we are always ready to offer ourselves in creative exertion.
A young man named Joshua opened his soul to sing and that Chilean passion was in every word.
Can you have a Thanksgiving without gravy? "Sí, por supuesto!! Gracias"
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