I posted this as my status message on facebook last night:
20 years ago we moved to Nashville, a town where we had no family. Today we celebrated Thanksgiving in two different homes with more family that we could fit at four dining room tables. God is so good.
I am overwhelmingly thankful for the family God has given us in Nashville. I was 8 years old when we first came here and I was the kind of kid who worried about things that were far beyond my scope of understanding. (I know, shocker right?) I remember lying awake at night in a total panic, wondering what would become of my sister and I if something ever happened to my mom and dad. I knew it would involve moving back to Canada, far away from friends and familiarity, and that scared me to death.
But twice yesterday afternoon I found myself gazing down the length of a dining room table full of people who have become my family, and who do everything in their power to care for my children and let them know that they are covered and loved.
And so I say again – I am thankful today that we belong to a God who covers us, loves us, and creates family where there once was none.
Allow me to introduce you to some of my family:

I believe these three people are God’s greatest reasons for bringing me to Nashville.

Nana Vickie and Aunt Paige taking a very small break from entertaining my kids!

Grandpa (I think he’s calling someone about a Black Friday deal)

Corbin with Uncle Dustin’s boys.

Cousin Amber, who shocked us all by wearing makeup yesterday (she was Corbin’s age when I met her!)

Aunt Mindy working hard to serve the 23 people she so graciously opened her home to yesterday.

My two beautiful brunette sisters, Jake and Marcela

Uncle Phil using his baby kryptonite.

Benny and Esteban watching some football.

Mom and I practicing the head tilt that Jake spent all afternoon trying to teach us.








