Giving Thanks

I don't know how some of the people whose blogs I read regularly can keep up. Their thoughts must flow out through their fingers. I think of what I want to put in my entries and either can't get to the computer or am too exhausted to post what I can remember. This has been a long and emotional week. Tuesday we spent all day preparing for the boys scout trip to the Okefenokee Swamp and making food to take to Lincolnton, Ga. to visit with Wallaces family. We were happy that they decided to get together the day before Thanksgiving so that we could spend time with both sides of the family.
It was an emotional trip driving down there in the rain for the first time since Wallace died. I was used to just looking out the window at the scenery while he drove. We drove to the reunion last year and this year without him but not to Papa Bill's and Granny Grace's house. I dreaded it and looked forward to it at the same time. We did have a great time laughing and talking with everyone. The boys went fishing and Mandy and the babies dug around in the grass for pecans. It was so good to see the Barrs women in the kitchen teasing each other about the biscuits.
Thanksgiving day we went to Waypoint in Dawsonville where Cori and Nick work and live at the ministry there. It was so nice to have the use of their kitchen and dining hall and to be with some of the men in the program. There was too much food and everyone had a great time riding Honda toys and fishing. We finished off the day singing with the guitar for about 2 hours. We left with plans to go back and sing again for Christmas. I should have said some people finished with the singing. My day didn't end until midnight as I still had to go home and finish getting ready for the swamp trip.
The older I get the more I want to stop time. It goes too fast to take everything in. I want to go back and spend one more minute with this person , to enjoy this plate of food for a few more minutes, to play with this baby for a few more hours.