The days leading up to Thanksgiving were hectic and I was fighting a cold (which, no doubt, everyone in my life is tired of hearing about). So the warm feelings that usually rise up as my favorite holiday approaches were squeezed out by deadlines, proofreading, exhaustion and that ever-loving cough.
By Wednesday evening, I had finally come to a good stopping point with all the work stuff and it was time to begin preparing to host the Thanksgiving meal. After we finished up our own last minute grocery shopping, my husband and I met my sister at Super Target and helped her round up a load of groceries, too. She has been on bed rest most of this pregnancy and she will be flat on her back at least another month. She is only allowed to shower and go to the doctor. But in the midst of the Wednesday-before-Thanksgiving bedlam, we got her loaded onto a motorized cart and followed her with two push carts (one carrying her two children and one for groceries). We caravanned around Target in a rolling island of chaos, attempting to move in and around the mobs of people and holiday displays while keeping her two children entertained, answering cell phone calls and finding the items she needed. People tried not to stare, bless their hearts. We must’ve been quite a sight. We didn’t even care. It was about sticking together.
That shopping trip gently woke the grateful spirit that had been camouflaged by busyness. I began thanking God that we live near family, that I have a sister who would do the exact same thing for me if the tables were turned, and that her baby is still okay...
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