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Thanksgiving Eve-Eve

Thankful for this man
Just in case you didn’t know, today is Thanksgiving Eve-Eve.  Now you’re thinking, what?  Here’s how it is:  Thanksgiving is Thursday, so Wednesday would be Thanksgiving Eve and since this is Tuesday, it’s Eve-Eve.  Confused yet?

Since it is Eve-Eve most of us have our minds and selves working overtime in preparation for the gathering feast.  A trip to the market, and then another  to pick up more eggs…baking pies, cutting up sourdough for stuffing, cleaning the house, or at least running the vacuum…oh yeah, wrapping early presents that you want to send home with people to avoid shipping or trying to pack into your Mini Coop.  Frantic mania!  Maybe I’m only describing my life, but I have no doubt your story sounds just like mine – it’s called life.

I climbed out of bed around 5:30am – again.  (Side note:  I don’t get up at that time of day, ever!)  My coffee and devo time was quiet and peaceful, but as soon as that was done, my inner spring started winding tighter and tighter.  I could feel that deer-in-the-headlight look taking over – stink!  That is not how I want my Eve-Eve to be, or my Eve or my being in general.

A few things happened that turned my day around.  I remembered what I had read first thing in the morning:  Don’t get tired of doing what is good and right (Ephesians 6:9). Okay, I suspect this frantic mania isn’t very good for me or anyone else.  Next, my attentive husband stepped in and helped me wrap our Christmas presents.  He even baked the pumpkin pies – they look totally delish – and the cornbread for stuffing.  I love him.  And finally, I took a hot shower, lathering in lemon-verbena soap.

Attitude adjustment in place, I was now ready for the day’s undertakings; one of which occurred when Lonny and I went to a local bottle shop to pick up a few things.  We decided to have a glass of wine, ordered and sat down by a hipster-looking gal.  In a random conversation she shared that this would be the first Thanksgiving without her Dad.  He had passed away the end of May.  It was a very poignant few moments.  My heart, thoughts and prayers are with her and her family as they remember and are thankful.  We hugged and parted ways.  I don’t know if our paths will cross again, but I do know that small kindnesses matter.

On this Eve-Eve, I still have a lot of things on my to-do list, but I’m really grateful that I took time to unwind from my mania.  

Happy Thanksgiving Eve-Eve ~ Missy

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  1. sewsavyNovember 27, 2013 at 11:19 AM

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. I hit publish before and my message disappears. Nice post about relaxing a bit before the craziness starts. I'm always awake around 5 to do my journal and reading with my coffee. There were days gone by that had 20 for dinner. Now I get to be part of others big dinners. I cook a couple of side dishes to take along and I'm done. Other than the drive, it's a relaxing day.

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