These days I have had trouble feeding myself if the meal isn't a finger food or is messy. I bring simple meals to work and have had to pass on some tasty treats when I'm not around people I feel comfortable asking to feed me. Eating may be my favorite activity, especially when it's paired with beer drinking. We went out for Mexican the other night and Chelle was an excellent chips and salsa assistant. Even when there are people who may not understand why my wife is feeding me and stare throughout my meal, I continue to smile and laugh. Their glances don't change the taste of my Modelo.
Yesterday we made the trek to Oak Park to have Thanksgiving Dinner at my mom's house. She always goes all out and cooks everything with detail and deliciousness. Her gravy is so good I put it on my Jello. Cornbread, turkey, Jello, stuffing, green bean casserole, carrots, rolls, apple and pumpkin pie, brownies, all washed down with good German beer. I've feasted like a king over the last month, and though I physically haven't been able to stuff my face myself, the wonderful conversations, laughter and love I've experienced during that time is the definition of Grace.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone