I love Christ the King Sunday. It's such a triumphant way to end the church year, and a nice transition from the season of giving thanks to Advent. This morning's service was a beautiful reminder that Christ is King, no matter what.
Our own Thanksgiving was quiet, yet meaningful. The children were all very excited about the pomp and circumstance of it all. We entertained friends for pie in the late afternoon. I, for one, headed straight for bed after that. I think the flu shot gave me a bit more of the flu than planned for. Thankfully, it was short-lived.
The big three are going to enjoy a little quality time with Nana and Papa at our place for a few days while Hubby and I take Crockett out of town. How strange it will be just the three of us! "A man and a woman had a little baby, yes they did. They had three in the family. And that's a magic number." (We're way into SchoolHouse Rock around here).
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