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| This photo is on a cake. It is of my husband, me, and ten of our thirteen grandchildren |
A pain in my
lower back caused me to cry out.
When it passed, I
continued opening a can of yams. My husband and I agreed that we should make
our Thanksgiving meal simple. We couldn’t drive the hour to feast with family
because my third baby was due any day. Besides, my ankles stayed swollen, and I
ached all over as though I had the flu.
Jami, now seven,
helped me set the table, and she put the food down as I instructed. With the
meal ready, I told her to tell everyone dinner was ready.
My husband
smiled. “Canned ham, canned yams, and canned corn—our Thanksgiving meal came
out of a can.”
I soft-punched
his arm. “You said . . .”
He laughed. “Yes,
I did. I didn’t want this to be too much on you.”
I winced again,
this time from the pressure in my pelvis. It had been too much, but I wanted a
Thanksgiving meal.
As we ate, my
husband said, “Do you want to go for a ride later?”
I picked at my
food with a fork. “That would be nice.”
After eating,
Jason, Jami, and their dad cleaned up, while I elevated my feet. Ah, I thought,
this is my treat and my time.
Four days later
in early dawn, I woke to a slam and bump in my pelvis. “Ow.” As the pain
calmed, I drifted back to sleep.
Too soon, the
contractions began and kept me awake. I got up at seven, and by five-thirty
that evening Joshua came into our world. Our funny little guy would add more
love and laughter to our home.
I’m happy that I
had three children, Lord. I’ve loved them with all my heart. Thank You. In
Jesus’s holy name, I’m joyful. Amen
Reader Journal
~Your Mother
Memories~
~Your Prayer of
Praise~
~A Scripture of
Encouragement~
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