Every year our Thanksgiving tries to go south.
But it’s always for some good purpose, we trust.
This year (2012) was no exception:
- One of our grandsons was walking over our property and failed to notice a fence. Made of barbed wire.
It missed his eye by 1/2 inch.
- One of our grandsons fell out of our huge fig tree. And tore open a wound that had just had stitches removed two days before.
A trip to an ER for a tetanus booster and a couple of butterfly bandages later, plus some soaking of blood-stained clothing, and we are no worse for the wear.
And we are not afraid.
And we are thankful.
Cannot wait for next year!