Cailyn’s Thanksgiving Feast at school was
yesterday. We met her Daddy up there and
took some pictures while she danced in her Indian vest and feathered headband
and feasted on her goldfish and grapes and popcorn. That would be the popcorn that Cailyn was
certain looked just like poodles. Had
the little boy next to her convinced, too.
She didn’t keep the vest on long, though. Said it was itchy. Looked it.
I think it was just cramping her style, though. She was also supposed to be one of the few
pilgrim girls and switch to a bonnet instead of a headdress, but she changed
her mind at the last second. Just her
shy around strangers streak coming out, I suppose. All in all it seemed to be a fun experience. She’ll probably be watching the video I made
for years to come. At least until she
gets old enough to be embarrassed by it.
Then I’ll have to fight to keep her from deleting it. That’s one I’ll have to back up for
sure.
Yikes.
Time to go already. Yawn.
Psalms 7:17 says, “I will give thanks to the Lord because of his righteousness and will sing
praise to the name of the Lord Most High.”
Father, grant your great blessings on the
Geswender clan this morning and for many years to come. Amen.
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