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November 29, 2000
Last Thanksgiving I wasn't just the third wheel, I was the
eleventh. I was at my parents' for the weekend and it was my mom
and dad, my sister and brother-in-law, my grandmother and
grandad, my grandma and grandpa, my sister's mother-in-law and
father-in-law and me. Basically couple, couple, couple,
couple, couple, and Camerin.
My parents had put as many leaves in the table as they could
find, bless them, so at least I wasn't stuck at some lone kids'
table where people in my family usually sit until they marry
and graduate to the "adults' table." (At the rate I'm going, I
fear they may have to add the stipulation of going on Medicare as
a means of "graduation" so I don't get stuck at the kids' table
for all time!)
After stuffing ourselves with, well, stuffing and turkey and the
like, we played our usual game of Scattergories (the only board
game my parents own), with the most logical teams couples. Mom
came to my rescue and retired to the kitchen to get a jump-start
on the dishes and graciously offered me my father as a partner.
Considering we weren't nearly as in synch as the other til-death-
do-us-part teams we didn't do so bad.
After the game, we pried Mom from the kitchen and settled our
overstuffed bodies onto every sitable surface in the living room.
To allow my sister and her new husband to create a few traditions
of their own, my mom had prearranged for them to have the floor
at this point. They led us in a round of thanksgiving, a great
way to get to know the new faces in our midst and to commemorate
the main point of the day (besides the ever-popular food and
football!).
My gregarious brother-in-law, Bob, started and, as to be
expected, was most thankful for his new bride. His introverted,
now-blushing bride simply seconded his appreciation of their new
union. In a move that nearly brought us all to tears, my usually
quiet grandpa quoted a love poem and told us he was most thankful
for my grandma, the woman with whom he's shared more than five
decades of living and who's slowly slipping away into the
insatiable shadow of Alzheimer's.
Looking at this aging, yet faithfully loving couple, the hand-
holding newlyweds nearby, and the rest of the happy couples I'm
blessed to call family seated around me, my plans to say I was
most thankful for a recent vacation to Germany changed. Suddenly
I wasn't the singled-out member of the family, I was the awe-
struck spectator and beneficiary of a room full of
faithfulness and love.
And suddenly it was my turn.
Never one to think well on my feet (that's why I'm a writer!) and
caught up in the swell of bittersweet emotions, I stammered out
something about being most thankful for the examples of godly
love and faithfulness seated around the room then burst into
tears. (I do this so easily, I think it may be one of my
spiritual gifts.) My grandmother handed me a tissue (don't they
always have these in hand?), my sister's pragmatic in-laws
started squirming, and Mom once again saved the day by quickly
taking her turn next.
Dabbing my eyes and composing myself, I listened to the rest of
the group's thoughts and thanks. I was dreadfully embarrassed by
my uncontrolled emotions, until my dad mentioned that the
combined total of the marital commitment in the room was
somewhere upwards of 160 years. It hit me right then that these
people were experts at for-better-or-for-worse and had way big
hearts, making them well-equipped to handle my little emotional
outburst and all my other countless quirks.
Soon the thanksgivings were through and we were all happily
snarfing pumpkin and pecan pie. As I sat in this sea of couples,
chatting and laughing, I sent out one more thanks this time
without words or tears directly to the One who gives all
things worth being thankful for, that maybe I wasn't so alone
after all.
Blessings!
Camerin Courtney
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