Thankfully Tuckered Out

We've had a lot to be thankful for this month of Thanksgiving.  Mom and Sister got to come spend the holiday with us and Dudley was overjoyed.  This is the first time he got to meet his Grandma from Okie-homa and he loved her from the minute she walked in the door.  The feeling was mutual, of course, and Grandma lavished him with love the whole time she was here.  We had a wonderful meal, lots of giggling and relaxing time, sat outside by the fire, shopped like crazy and spent a leisurely Black Friday visiting out-of-the-way boutiques and taking a country drive down to the Amish market to load up on homemade goodies.  Hubby got some hunting time in and loaded our freezer with fresh venison.

Dudley's bedtime was later than usual as we all tried to stay up as late as possible each night, getting the most out of our visiting time.  He'd move from one lap to another trying to get comfortable so he could fall asleep.  The last night he barely hit the bed before he zonked out and was snoring away.  The week flew by and before you know it, we were saying our tearful goodbyes.  The visits never seem to last long enough.

The day after everyone left, the house seemed so empty.  Dudley walked from room to room looking for his ear scratchers and belly rubbers.  He looked so forlorn when he plopped down after his search turned up nothing.  No more Grandma and Auntie Tiff.  Heavy sigh.

Thank you Lord, for our family time.  Thank you for all the love and fellowship.  Thank you for providing for us and for blessing our lives.  Thank you for the peace in our hearts and for snoring bulldogs.