Thanksgiving

The house is quiet. My children have driven DH to the hospital for his treatment (dialysis doesn't recognize statutory holidays), and I have time to contemplate the delight, the fatigue, the fun, the laughter, the tears and the celebration that has been this Thanksgiving Weekend.

The photo above was taken last weekend, when DH and I took a drive in the country south of Calgary to revel in the beauty of autumn on the prairies. It was a special time, one that would have not been possible a year ago when he was bedridden and being killed slowly by the infection then running through him. All that is past, and we are blessed to have each other, despite the monumental effort that each day requires. With God's grace, we are able to see around the tasks involved in his survival, and to enjoy special moments with family and friends. This makes Thanksgiving especially important -- not just this weekend marking it for Canadians, but each and every morning.

Now thank we all our God,

With heart and hands and voices,

Who wondrous things hath done

In whom his world rejoices;

Who from our mother's arms

Hath blessed us on our way

With countless gifts of love,

And still is ours to-day.