Before rejoining the crowd, I have a few moments in the upstairs of the beautiful home of my wife's brother, Steve, in Mechanicsville, Virginia. We always are blessed to stay in what we have come to claim affectionately as the "Nelson Suite," a unit of three rooms decorated to the hilt, and which we get to use whenever we're in town. It’s so good to be here enjoying their thoughtful hospitality, listening to Bing Crosby croon “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” reminding me of idyllic days with my folks growing up in Richmond. Praise the Lord, I still have my parents though they now live in Pennsylvania.
Downstairs, my sister-in-law, Kim, and Jennifer her daughter along with my wife, Phyllis are putting the last touches on a Thanksgiving Eve’s new recipe of Chicken Pot Pie. That along with several delectable desserts make for a renewed commitment to the elliptical and Chuck Norris’ Total Gym awaiting us at home in upstate New York. Happy chatter fills the kitchen as each is catching up on all the news of each other’s lives. There’s a warmth about it that’s glorious and inviting. I do wish all folks had as good a time as we. I know many do. Note I didn’t say it’s perfect. No place is. Even ol’ Bing has just now been replaced by Bruce Springsteen’s version of “Santa Claus is Com’n to Town,” not bad, but not my “cup ‘o tea.” Over all our times together are good enough to cancel out any imperfections with an enduring love.
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