The yearning never really goes away.
That yearning for a Thanksgiving Day like when the children were young, and at home.
It was Thanksgiving Day of 1986 and we went around the table to say what we were thankful for.
RH went first...
Then our firstborn and his girlfriend who later on became our daughter-in-law...
Our beautiful daughter went next...
Then her shy little brother spoke, reluctantly...
And last it was our little one's time...
I know what his mama was thankful for.
She still is.
