The Feast

I didn't even go to Ben's thanksgiving feast. My husband did. Ben was soooooo excited to hear that his dad would be going. I was not offended. I have been to many a Thanksgiving feast. I was just happy that Ben was so excited. And he really was. He ran around all day the day before singing a song about how his dad was coming to his feast. So sweet. The littlest things really mean a lot to them. We think they don't notice what we do for them sometimes, but I think they do. As a matter of fact they are pretty much noticing everything we do. Which made me so proud to read the recipe for pumpkin pie that Ben wrote at school: "Cook it in the oven for...you just have to guess. Then eat it. Wait, first we say our prayers, THEN we eat it."