Thanksgiving celebrations have grown in our home over the years.

When I was a single mom, I opened my home to single friends, a beloved widow from church, and whoever didn’t have a place to go. It really exemplified the spirit of Thanksgiving. We didn’t have much, but we were grateful for friends and fellowship.

When I remarried over a decade ago, our family of four turned into a family of seven. The adult kids did their own thing, and our celebration was earnest, but small.

Now, as the kids are grown, married, and having kids, the family table is growing.

My son and daughter in love have added her family to ours – her parents are dear friends that have grown into family. Her brothers and a wife are adding to the mix of blurred family lines.

This year, we had to decide how to seat everyone in the most inclusive, loving way we could. We have expanded well beyond our eight seat formal dining room.

This year, we will probably put that table, as well as the family kitchen table, into the living room. This way, all the kids, wives, in-laws and outlaws can be near each other, breaking bread and making memories.

Next year, I predict we will adding a children’s table, as our grandchildren will number five grandsons by that time!

God willing, we will all be together to celebrate our blessings.

We are blessed indeed!