I remember it as my fav. holiday. You got days off at school, you got to eat turkey, the year’s best films opened that weekend and the grandparentals gave us more money that we could spend -‘cause Santa was coming-.
The best part was that we all sat at the same table and used to do a family prayer. That was beautiful. I realized that, indeed, we just can’t count all the blessings and all good things around us, which we knew were sent from heaven above. So thank the Lord...
I can’t even think why I shouldn’t be shamelessly happy and thankful. Like Manuel just did, I’d like to “acknowledge” that... Everything that needs to grow will be fed by God’s almigthy hand.
We thank you then, oh Father, for all things bright and good.
The seedtime and the harvest
Our life, our health, our food.
No gifts have we to offer for all thy love imparts, but what your heart desires:
Our humble, grateful hearts.
3 comments:
Doy gracias porque tomarás decisiones, sol, mojitos, darás abrazos y descansarás.
Doy gracias porque nos hemos encontrado en esta maraña de redes.
(¿acaso ya es un mes de haberte conocido?)
(qué rápido pasa el tiempo)
Esperando que 2006 llegue pronto,
tu Medeo
creo que no habrá mucho sol, por lo que últimamente he escuchado...
pretexto perfecto para irnos de pinta, uh? ;)
Cierto. No hay tanto sol. Hace frío. Se antojan las bufandas, un café, un abrazo calientito...
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