but they are all written in my heart and my mind.

My very beautiful sister and myself on the morning that she and her family left to go back to Virginia.  We may be geographically apart but I found out that we are as close as sisters should be in heart and mind.  I love you Suzanne.

My neice Cati packing up to leave for home.

My crazy, quirky, loving nephew Nicholas.  What an incredible guy he is.

Amanda, the latest addition to the family, holding Isaac another new addition to the family on the night that she and Josh announced that there would be yet another new member to the family in July.  Amanda, you couldn't fit better if you were custom made.

My grand-nephew Isaac.

Josh, Dad and Adam around the table talking about "guy stuff."  It did my heart good to listen to them together.

Another grand-nephew Lane.  What's up tough guy?

Family gathered around the table, eating pizza and talking about anything and everything.

Little Princess DT.  Have you ever seen a more beautiful little girl, neither have I.

My nephew Colin's wife Sarah.  An incredible woman and the best of mother's.  I love you Sarah and I am proud to call you neice.

My youngest brother Matthew in a pose that I have held in my mind for many a year.  The men-folk of this family make some damn fine jazz.

Uncle Steve, my oldest brother and organizer of the whole event.

Emily making music for her beloved grandpa.  A sweeter girl you will not find anywhere.

"Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sister."  Abby and Sarah precious neices that I have had the honor and pleasure of getting better acquainted with on my trips south.  Thanks Abby for the green peanut MnM's!

A rare shot of my nephew Andrew.  He is actually sitting still. 

Massimo doing what Massimo does best, entertaining the ladies. 

My grand-neice Taylor.  I could just drown in those eyes.

I think that the looks on their faces says it all.  My nephew Greg, brother Chris, his wife Sharon, (Greg's mom) and my mother.

My dad, the reason for all of us being together and getting together for this big shindig.

Uncle John, possibly the goofiest man that God ever put on this planet.  One of the most loving too.

Abby and Princess DT and cousin Claire in the background.

My neice Kati and my sister holding her grandson Ethan.

Sarah.

Megan.

My sister-in-law Sharon holding her granddaughter Taylor.  Sharon, if you had been born my sister I couldn't love you more.

This is just a small sampling of the pictures taken and of all the people that were there.  My parents have 54 grandchildren, 5 great grandchildren with two on the way along with their own 8 children plus 6 daughters in-law and 2 sons in-law.  That is one big family and growing each year.

It's the first Thanksgiving that I have ever spent away from home.  Away from my husband and the hustle and bustle of having to prepare Thanksgiving dinner.  It is the first time in my life that I have jumped on a plane and traveled anywhere to spend a holiday away from the small burg where I was "hatched, matched, and probabley will be dispatched."  But this is the first Thanksgiving that I am truly thankful.  This Thanksgiving I am learning the lesson of what it means to give thanks.

I am here in South Carolina with the bulk of my family to be with my father for this holiday season.  My father is sick, dying of cancer.  But my gratitude today doesn't extend to being here for the day or necessarily being able to see family that I haven't seen for many years.  My gratitude is for the lessons that he has taught me over the years of my life that I am learning, finally, as I watch him live out his last days.

There are those who talk about their family member's "battle with cancer", but that isn't what I am witnessing here.  Nor am I seeing the opposite, my father succombing to the disease either.  Rather I am seeing a man who is submitting to the will of the God that he has loved and sought to serve all of his life.

I see and hear him humbly sharing the inner taming of his will as he turns it toward the will of God.  I witness the outward peace that he gives off and shares with those around him as he, either consciously or unconsciously, assures us that he is at peace with what has been dealt him and thus we should be as well.  And that peace and ordering of himself spills over into the hearts of his children and grandchildren and can be seen in the love that shines from their faces as they listen to his stories and jokes and the everyday conversation that flows around them.

My gratitude springs from the realization that it truly is about the journey and how you travel it, not about the successes.  My father is living proof that your success are not for you to catalogue.  They are not even to be catalogued while you are around to witness it.  It is not about success, it is about integrity and struggle and realizing that the one who does the cataloguing will know what is in you heart and will tally accurately because He is the author of integrity.

My gratitude springs from the humor that is the hallmark of the man who is my father.  The ability to laugh at himself and to make light of a situation that needs lightning.  He has taught me that the things of this world are what we laugh at and save the seriousness for what matters, eternity. 

My gratitude is for the man who teaches by a touch and an often toothless grin that love is something that is fierce, loyal, warm, and often mushy but it is something that should be freely given for that is the only way that you can have more. 

Thank you dad.

Hat threw down the glove and I am taking it up.  Here is my list of things that I have done for pay.  Not comprehensive by any means but interesting, I think.

1. arranging flowers.  An old lady gave me $1 for arranging flowers in a vase for her when I was a little girl.

2.  milking cows.  That was my work study when I was in college.  I was a nursing major and that was all they had.  Go figure.

3.  babysitting.  I have babysat more kids than I care to count.

4.  short order cook, the title has nothing to do with my actual stature.  I worked at a lunch counter preparing lunches for guys on the day shift in a factory near us.  It was one of the crappiest jobs I have ever had.

5.  dead heading flowers in an old ladies flower bed.  A neighbor lady paid me $5 and a glass of lemonade to pull all the dead blooms from her flowers.  Hot sweaty work.

6.  boning chicken for huge amounts of chicken salad, it took a long time before I would look at a cooked chicken.  I helped my grandmother with this job and she gave me $3 from her pay.  I must have been about 12 at the time.

7.  tutoring mentally challenged kids to read.  This was a lucrative job.  I made $20/hr.   The kids were great but the parents were pains.

8.  changing beds in a nursing home, there were 150 beds in that place and all I did every day was to strip all of them and remake them.  I can make a bed faster than any person I know.

9.  Ironing shirts for a restaurant owner.  I ironed 75 shirts twice a week for this man a $1.00/shirt.

10.  Cleaning houses.  I found that people who can hire their house cleaned have no regard for the hard work of others.

11.  house sitting and cat sitting while a couple went to Cancun  The perks of that job was that I got to drive their Jaguuar while they were gone.

12.  Waitressing cocktail parties for executives in the homes of local business owners.  I was a teenager in high school and thought it was cool to wear the short black skirt and frilly white apron.  It was even cooler to bring home $300 and $400 in tips per night.

13.  mend mens underwear.  (a bachelor near here found out I could sew and brought me his tattered boxers to fix rather than buy new ones)

14.  Make bedding for doll beds   Sounds strange but I got paid some serious money when the American Girl Doll craze started.  People wanted accessories and didn't want to send away for them or they wanted things that matched their little girl's rooms. 

15.  Alter a wedding dress while the bride was waiting to walk up the aisle.  She gained a little weight and busted out of a seam.  It put some new meaning to the term "crunch time" and I charged overtime and double time.

16.  Make a complete baptismal set for a child in utero that wasn't going to survive it's birth only to have it survive.  He is now 6 years old.

17.  Alter a wedding dress for a bride who never wore it.  She left the guy at the altar.  I made $250

18.  Acting as a vet for a pig who was having it's first litter of piglets.  Did I mention that I am not licensed to be a vet?  The farmer was so grateful that he insisted on paying me for having hands small enough to help the little ones out.  The old guy gave me $15.

19.  For taking pictures of a neighbors little kids.  The grandmother was so impressed with the pics I took of the little ones that she hired me to take some candids of the two older girls.  She gave me $10 for each picture.

20.  Testing milk for excess white cells.  My father-in-law gave me $20 for standing on the barn floor during milking to test every quarter of every cow for mastitis.  He hated to do that job.

21.  I was paid by a neighbor for helping to unload a load of oat seed while he stood by and talked to my husband.  My son and I got the load done so fast that he couldn't believe that I was that strong and paid me $20 for doing the job.

22.  I once made $500 for making a quilt for a woman who wanted to attract a man.  She gave it to him as a birthday gift and he thanked her but married another girl.  Quite an expensive bribe.

23.  Picking strawberries in the rain.  This job I didn't get paid in money though.  I brought home one quart for every quart that I picked.  The unusual thing about this one is that I am allergic to strawberries.  I was making jam for my family.

24.  Picking tomatoes.  I loved this job.  I would take the truck out loaded with empty boxes, an MP3 player and a jug of water and spend my day in heaven.  I could eat all the tomatoes I can hold, sing as loud as I liked and I picked faster and harder than anyone that the owners had ever hired before.  It was a plummy job.

25.  Picking squash, cucumbers, and pumpkins and washing them.  This was not my favorite job.  It was hot, dirty and scratchy.  But the owners paid well.  And I got paid in all the produce I could bring home to my family.