It's the day after.  The day after 22 people for dinner. The day after we bowed low in Thanksgiving for the deep gift we have been given.  After the Turkey and pies and steaming cups of coffee.  After giggles and playing in snow.  Now, it is the wee hours of quiet; the day after.  One daughter off to work.  Retail and Black Friday.  My farmer; milking, overseeing all that needs to be done.  It is also 16 months since our red head walked this earth.  2 Thanksgivings he has rejoiced with the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. 2 ... View Post