Grateful Hearts

I thank God that he provides a home with "family" wherever he takes us.

This Thanksgiving was rather warm (but NOT HOT!), so the children could play outside.

Our fabulous craft lady had the children make some paper bag turkeys--great idea! 

And you stuff it like this . . . 

. . . Oh, that sounds familiar!

(I just stuffed mine with aromatics.)

Mom was our quality control specialist.

Somehow I still managed to forget the stuffing/dressing on the counter and the pumpkin crunch in the refrigerator. 

The older keiki were drawn to the hammock and hammock-swings. 

I am very thankful this neighborhood dog, who stole Makana's shoes, is very friendly.

We don't feed him at all, but he seems to love our yard.

(Until recently when Dave scolded him for stealing the illuminated candy canes from the front yard. I don't think I've seen him since.)

In good ol' Veggie Tale fashion, "A thankful heart is a happy heart." 

I thank God for so many things, but I am always struck most by his sacrificial, amazing love.