Day One Hundred Twenty Two 2013

TODAY …

Neil and I got to enjoy a yummy meal at our favorite Thai food place, which finally reopened this week after being closed since the end of March.

We got to watch grandson Elijah play T Ball. (His team lost 30 ~ 18.)

We got to be with peeps ~ dugout daughter Holly and granddaughter Shelby and coach son in law Jerry.

We got to enjoy a beautiful sunset and spectacular cloud formations on the way home from the game. It was pouring rain from those dark clouds somewhere in town.

And we got to enjoy coming home to a clean front porch, which took the better part of this afternoon to scrub off  the dirt and pollen and tree seeds (which refuse to go away). So thankful to have had the energy to ‘getter done’ and very thankful for this life that God blesses me with each day. It’s all good. Hope you enjoyed a blessed Thursday.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Seven 2012

Thank You For The Food Before Us, The Family Beside Us, And The Love Between Us.

My sister Jane, her husband Don, and their daughters Sarah and Julia, hosted our fabulous Thanksgiving meal this year. It was scrumptious and decadent. We stuffed ourselves and enjoyed every bite.

My sister Jane—the Hostess With The Most-est! Everything was perfect. Thanks so much for the hard work you all put into this dinner/get together. Now go fill up your plate!

I am blessed with the best family anyone could ever ask for.  Back row from left: Alex Mabry (nephew), Terry Sissom (brother in law), Julia Foy (niece), Elijah Myers (grandson), Sarah Foy (niece), Shelby Myers (granddaughter), Ann Sissom (sister), and Don Foy (brother in law). Front row from left: my hubby Neil, Kerry Kimbrough (son in law), Kelly Kimbrough (daughter), Jerry Myers (son in law), Knox Kimbrough (grandson), Holly Myers (daughter), and Jane Foy (sister). 

"Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers." ~Edgar A. Guest, Thanksgiving