This Thanksgiving, as with most since we've moved to the Portland area, was spent with my Dad's family. It has become a tradition to do a Thanksgiving dinner followed by what we call a "Chinese Gift Exchange." You know, the kind where each person brings a small gift that is piled in the center and then you open the gifts one at a time. But instead of opening a gift, you can go steal something someone else has already opened. It's quite entertaining and always fun, but not the highlight of this year's get together.
With the birth of Kyle and then the birth of his second cousin Hope about 2 weeks ago, we are up to 8 great-grandchildren in the family now. Six of them were at the party. Of course Kyle and Hope didn't participate much besides to be passed around every once in awhile, but the other four did a bang up job of keeping the party full of energy. There was a 5 year old, a 3 year old, an almost 3 year old (Ben) and a 17-month old. All very fond of running. And chasing.
So there were 36 of us in all, ranging from 2 weeks to 82 years and I just love that kind of party. It's so great to see the generations and how the interact; how they differ; what they talk about amongst each other. For a people watcher like me it's so much fun.
But much more than that it's so special to see the impact two people can have on the world. All of those children and grandchildren my grandparents have and all the different ways they've chosen to serve the Lord. What a legacy of faith that is. I just hope that Mindy and I can leave a similar legacy with our family.
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Oh that sounds lovely! No one in my family has any kids but us and there aren't really any old people.
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