We rarely used our dining room table, but that day I was surprised to find it covered with a white tablecloth and set with colorful dishes, a vase of flowers, our best silverware and cloth napkins.
Some of my favorite aunts, uncles and cousins began to arrive, and I knew it was going to be a fun day.
When the turkey was finally done and transferred to a large platter, it was almost time to eat. I couldn't wait! The rest of the food was brought to the table and everyone sat down and joined hands while my father said grace.
"We thank you, God, for this food. Please bless the hands that prepared it," he said. I smiled, pleased that he was asking God to bless my mother's hands.
The plates were filled to overflowing with the delightful foods, and amid the laughter and lively conversation of people I loved and who loved me, I experienced the first Thanksgiving of my memory. Remembering it fills my heart with joy and my eyes with tears.
It's time, once again, to honor a tradition that most of us have been paying tribute to our whole lives. It is a time to be thankful for our many blessings; a time to express gratitude for each beloved friend and family member; each lovingly prepared plate of food. It is a day of peace, a day of oneness, a day of celebration and a day of love. We are blessed beyond measure.
Thanksgiving brings families together and creates lasting memories. And home is the center of it all. Home is truly where the heart is.
Peggy Horton, of Nitro, may be emailed at peg...@suddenlink.net.