Hi y’all!
This is short and sweet.
We had an early impromptu-ish Cajun Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday night. Mama made gumbo and cornbread. I grilled boudin and made the white rice. Everyone brought something, from loaves of homemade bread to Pater’s Bakery apple caramel pound cake (OMG), to patented broccoli salad, to drinks. Everyone just pitched in. I had thought I had handled the 18+ months of isolation pretty well, being a hermit and all. But at one point while my VERY EXTENDED family were gathered around the table in rows that extended into the hallway, eating cake and talking, I started crying for no reason, listening to them talk, with croc tears dribbling down my face. I love my family. My very opinionated, stubborn, independent, chatty, forgiving, growing family. Dear Lord, I have missed this.
And I am so thankful for my fans. Connecting with you on FB (as annoying as that place is) has made the last months bearable.
All my love to all of you. For those who live in isolation, my FB pages are places to connect on pages where negativity of any kind is not allowed. You will be welcome. And I’ll sit and tear up as you share.
Faith