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My post, What Are You Thankful For, is up on Shawna’s blog. Check it out and leave a comment telling me what you’re thankful for this year.
Madelaine Alexander is on a mission. When her boss sends her to the hottest nightclub in town to meet with the owner, she won’t be deterred, even if that means standing in line for fifty-eight minutes in torturous heels while she’d rather be home in her pj’s with a bowl of popcorn.
A Knight of the Templar, Christien Chevalier was given immortality along with the responsibility of protecting the treasure of the Templars. He’s been unwavering in his task for centuries until his one true love—who died seven hundred years ago—shows up in his club, demanding his attention.
Christien couldn’t protect Madelaine when they first fell in love. She was married to a lord and he was simply a knight. Now, through some unknown miracle, she stands before him again and they have a second chance. But Christien fears that Madelaine is being used as a pawn in a dangerous game, a game of good versus evil that could affect all of mankind…
Excuse me if I start to cry, but this is an emotional post for me. We here at the Cullen house are especially thankful this year and you can bet your bottom dollar (whatever that means) that we’ll be thanking God before we dig into our Thanksgiving dinner today.
On May 9th my husband left the house to go on a bicycle ride with our Labrador retriever, Winston. This is something the two do all the time. John holds the leash and Winston runs alongside him and they both get exercise. We don’t know exactly what happened this past May 9th, but John fell off the bike. He wasn’t wearing a helmet. He cracked his skull in two places and suffered a traumatic brain injury. John was rushed by helicopter to the nearest trauma hospital where his condition quickly deteriorated. He was taken into surgery and part of his skull was removed to allow for the swelling.
There is a poster on the wall in the waiting room of Neuro ICU. Its of a man in a hospital bed and all of the machines surrounding him. Apparently its supposed to prepare people before they go into the ICU, but no picture could adequately prepare me for what I was soon going to face. The first seventy-two hours were critical. The doctors wouldn’t give me any sort of prognosis other than he’d survived so far. He spent nine days in a coma, fourteen days in ICU and eleven days in a rehabilitation hospital where he had to relearn how to walk, to talk, to eat and everything in between.
This past year has taught me that friends can be more like family, that acquaintances can quickly become lifelong friends and that there is an inner core to all of us where we draw strength, hope and courage.
Today I am thankful for the woman who called 911, for the EMTs and their quick response, for the ER doctors when they recognized the severe trauma and had Air Care on the way before I even arrived at the hospital. I’m thankful for the neuro surgeon whose night was interrupted for emergency surgery. For Dr. Jordan Bonomo, John’s neuro ICU doctor, for always being patient and most of all positive and for never sugar-coating anything. I’m thankful for the numerous nurses who nursed John back to health with dignity and respect.
I’m extremely thankful for Dr. Bavishi, John’s neuro rehabilitation doctor and for all of his speech, occupational and physical therapists: Lauren, Stephanie, Allie, Courtney, Amy, AmyII, Karen, Melissa and Jonathon–there is a special place in heaven for all of you.
I can’t even begin to express my thanks and gratitude for the friends and family who picked up my kids from home and drove them to the hospital every day (thank you, Pattie!), for John’s co-workers who showed up that night and sat with me until 4am and who continued to sit with me for two straight weeks. Who left their homes and families to come to the hospital late at night so I wouldn’t have to walk to my car alone, who cut our grass on their days off. Who grocery shopped for me when I couldn’t. Who laughed with me and cried with me and ate numerous meals at Chipotle with me because that was the only decent place to eat around the hospital. THANK YOU!
For the hundreds and hundreds of prayer warriors who put John on their prayer lists. He was an international sensation. From England to Scotland to the US, thousands prayed for John’s recovery. God bless each and every one of you. Prayers work. John is proof.
So when we sit around the table today, I will be thanking God for all of these people. But most of all I’ll be thanking God for returning John to me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
I’m a baker, not a cook. There’s a difference, in my opinion. Cooks like to make things like…dinner. They work with meat and potatoes and gravies and other such things. Bakers work with flour and eggs and chocolate and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar.
I love creating new desserts to take to Thanksgiving dinner but I’ve learned over the years that people like the basics. Like cookies and pies. Mainly cookies. So that’s my job during Thanksgiving. I’m in charge of everyone’s sugar high and, trust me, that’s exactly where you want me. You seriously don’t want me messing with the turkey. I did that one year and after we were finished eating we discovered I’d left the…what-d’ya-call-its…inside. You know the neck and innards. Really, people? Who sticks a turkey’s neck inside the cavity??? That’s just gross.
So this year I’m making my famous sugar cookies, which are actually my sister-in-laws famous cookies but my family has adopted them as their favorite. And I’m making a lemon bundt cake because that’s my husband’s favorite and at least for this Thanksgiving he gets what he wants (read my Thanksgiving day post [coming on, erm, Thanksgiving] for more information on that).
The baking has begun. The sugar cookie dough is rusticating in the refrigerator and the ingredients for the others are sitting on the counter because you can’t start these things too early. You make them too far ahead and people eat them and then you have nothing for dessert on Thanksgiving day.
So we all know people like turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing and green bean casserole for dinner, but what’s your favorite Thanksdiving Day dessert?
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Quickly she slipped on her shoe and slid off the
stool. Throwing a “thank you” back to the stranger,
she hiked the strap of her purse over her shoulder and
was preparing to plow through the crowd when she
spotted him. At least she thought it was him. It had to
be. No one else wore such an exquisitely cut suit or
commanded the attention he did. The people around
him kept a respectful distance, creating a bubble of
calm amid the frenzy of the dancing.
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