The holidays can be very hard - especially when loved ones are gone. But we started a tradition this year that made my heart full.
Ever since our little one was born, our household has had our own Thanksgiving Eve celebration. My husband would come home from work, make some special dishes, and then we’d have our own little Thanksgiving feast before a weekend full of travel and family.
This year, my little one and I spent the morning preparing a few special items together, which went surprisingly well, and then took the afternoon off to rest.
While my husband put the finishing touches on our dinner that evening, I guided my little one in setting the table. This year, we set a place for each of us and one for each of my baby’s older siblings.
We filled the table with all of our special foods, said our prayer, lit a candle, and ate. With three plates empty, I thought it would feel lonely or sad. But it didn’t. We didn’t talk to, or about, those missing from our table and yet the dining room felt full. We welcomed them to join us, and gave them the space to be there, and they were.
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