Every year is different and cherished in its own way.
Every day is a day to give thanks.
That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving,
and tell of all thy wondrous works.
Psalm 26: 7 (KJV)
There were years of driving from one home to another, or to a restaurant in another city, to honor older family members who are no longer with us.
I also remember holidays with my mother and home health care, and later a nursing home. These memories bless me still. And the beautiful drives North again, with holiday lights in small towns. City streets and country roads. Home by Lake Michigan in Oostburg, Wisconsin.
The traditions were important. Good to grow new traditions as well, and adapt to change. Health first. Every year is different, it seems.
I look forward to Thanksgiving, and then to Advent in a quiet way. Creative at home.
Thank you and take good care.
And this year by God’s grace – with blogs, we create a journal.