So, I was side tracked by a stomach flu this week. It stopped a planned trip to visit family in Michigan for me and Trinity. Then it didn't make sense for Parker to go, so he stayed with me as well. My husband took the two oldest children with him and my mother in law took Jack and Evie. By mid-morning, Evie came back since she was sick. I was disappointed to be "alone" on the holiday to say the least. That was, until, I decided to have "guests" over.
I hadn't shopped for groceries, but my husband was kind enough to pick up a few things before he left. The rest was up to me. Since I was having company, I needed to clean the house. I started first thing in the morning and watched the Parade while trying to catch up on a few days of no maintenance in the house. I scrubbed the floors, dusted and vacuumed. Then when that was finished, I made the turkey and side dishes. I set the table, baked the rolls and put the pie in to heat up. As the turkey was "resting" I ran upstairs, slipped into my best Ann Taylor dress, doubled up on the perfume so I didn't smell like eau d'gravy and put on some lipstick. I lit the candles just as my guests "arrived". They had been looking forward to a nice, traditional Thanksgiving dinner and I did not want to disappoint.
We sat down and they were gracious enough to pray for our meal. It was a great time to spend together. We had a wonderful evening and I was reminded that I was not alone. So often we treat strangers better than our own family. Once in a while, polish the silver for them.
