Spent a great Thanksgiving week in San Antonio.
The impetus for the trip was my aunt’s 89th birthday and it was a lovely celebration indeed.
But I also had time to walk along San Antonio’s River Walk and spend time with both of my brothers and their families.
I was back in Knoxville on Sunday; the first Sunday of the month is Altar Guild Sunday, at least for my team. It was the first Sunday of advent, the anniversary of my uncle’s death, and the kirkin’ o’ the tartans. Somehow I think Uncle Ted would have loved that. I sponsored the advent greenery, and although I played no role in the selection, I think it was perfect.
It amazes me sometimes how things sometimes all fall into place in unexpected, and unexpectedly perfect, ways.