I’m hitting the finish line today as Ben and Bekah fly home from the UK, so my nana-as-babysitter status is about to lapse. It has been a sweet time, and the kids have not wilted once about missing their folks. Judah however (age 5) just goes to sleep whenever he is done. One of the first nights he passed out on the couch while Doug was reading a chapter of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. Since then he just heads off to his bunk when he’s had enough.
This morning Jemima iced the last tray of cinnamon rolls that Bekah left for the kids in the freezer. They’ve hunted down all the clues each day in the treasure hunt, and they’ve built a snow man and a snow fort in the front yard, just finishing the snow fort in time yesterday before the snow all but disappeared. (Most of it disappeared right into their snowpants and coats and mittens, which are all still soaking wet.)
I’m ready to hand the baton back to the parents. Ta da! But it just so happens that as I’m hitting the finish line, I’m also at the starting line for Thanksgiving Dinner, so I’m typing this with my Thanksgiving apron already tied on, and I’m getting warmed up for the first event of the day, which is pie-baking.
May you all have a fruitful preparation day, and many blessings to you and your households as you feast together, thanking God for the abundance of all things.