It's Monday morning following a four-day Thanksgiving weekend and I'm feeling great.
Janet & I spent Wednesday evening at her parent's house in order to help take care of Ma and to make it easier to prepare for dinner. They have a very nice place in one of those retirement communities. You could play nerf football in the bedroom, it's that big.
Dinner was delicious, though with the added complexity of caring for Ma and so forth, we kept it relatively simple. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, squash, and sweet potatoes. (Note the complete absence of anything green in color. I am cry with teh sad.)
Assorted aunts & uncles were in attendance, some coming over for coffee & pie after dinner and a quiet relaxing time was had by all. Janet makes the best applie pie of all time. I've never heard anyone who's ever tried it disagree.
Sunday was a great day in itself too. We had a Baby Dedication service for Benjamin at church in the morning and then brought the family to the function hall at La Scala for a really great dinner buffet. Eggplant parmagiana, veal parmagiana, chicken marsala, ziti, and a great salad was the order of the day. Our guests were dually impressed, and I felt that special enjoyment I get from playing host to people I love.
So, where does the "heavenly peace" come in? That's what I'm feeling this morning in the wake of yesterday's family gathering. After so many years of attending gatherings for other family members and their kids and seeing how "complete" they seem to be, I now feel that same sort of peace myself within what I really can now call my own family. It's one thing to be married. Sure, that's a family, but when you've got your own child(ren), and your relatives are all gathered around to show their love and support, it's an order of magnitude better. At least it is for me. For me, it's a sense of peace that I haven't been able to experience before, and I'm really enjoying it.