Harry Thanksgiving

Posted by jael on Nov 23, 2011 in Spiritual Journey |

We arrived Here in August.

We’ve celebrated one birthday quietly.

We greeted Halloween on the nauseous knees of a stomach virus.

Middle Pop was too sick to even Trick-or-Treat.

Our family is established enough to have our maintenance routines in operation.

Lunches are being packed,
Laundry is being washed, dried and folded,
Kids fight about whose turn it is
to do the litter box,
and Sweep or Clear.

The Homework table hums with
Quality Work Process,
We continue to dine on
“It’s Going to Fast, and
It’s Going to be Yummy,”
for dinner most every night.

The Banana Ministry
has baked and
delivered over
50 loaves of
warm bread to
new hands and homes.

There have been
Jammie Jams,
7 I think,
but there’s
novelty there still,
and two of the kids
have yet to have had guests.

Overall, the kids have acclimated to their new schools. They share the perspective that there are aspects of their new programs that they do not enjoy as much as their old schools, and others they genuinely like more. There’s novelty there still too, but their days have become more routine now.

All Glory to God, of course, and none of them small feats for a family of six their first quarter of relocation.

The upcoming Holidays, however, do not feel routine.

During a season steeped with tradition, there’s just too much connect to what we used to do when and with whom.

It’s been difficult for us to architect a palatable Thanksgiving plan.

As if a keeper on the Quididitch field, Harry Potter flew to the rescue.

We will leave early in the morning to Universal Studios to visit Harry Potter World among other attractions.

Our hope is to slip into the magic of family adventure at an amusement park and build a new tradition there together.

We are grateful for your love and the gift of relationship you bring to our worlds.

We love you.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Well maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who’d OUT DREW YA
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen in the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah



1 Comment

Nov 24, 2011 at 12:17 am

Have I told you lately how I love your writing and how you constantly seek Life? Carry on.



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