H*A*P*P*Y T*H*A*N*K*S*G*V*I*N*G!!
So every year at Thanksgiving (and at all meals with the family) we all join hands & bow our heads for grace. Most of the time Hale (Mom’s man) says grace and it is the funniest thing ever. Now, saying a blessing over food and giving thanks to the Lord should really not be cause for hilarity, but it *so* is. Because whoever sits next to Hale will get the rub. When Hale holds your hand while he says grace, he just gets so into the whole thing that he will rub your hand with enough vigor to start a fire. Which made it a whole lot of fun the first holiday dinner J and Marc, my brother in law attended. They happened to sit down on either side of Hale thinking they had the best seats to watch the game during dinner. Little did they know. We kept it a secret and exchanged knowing glances across the table. Then it was time for grace. Hale reached out his hands and they reluctantly took them in that I’m-only-holding-your-hand-to-make-my-woman-happy kind of way. Hale’s got one eye on the game, one eye on the food and is inadvertently stretching grace into a monologue because he keeps getting distracted by the game. But he’s sure rubbing those boys’ hands like crazy, and they’re being good with their heads bowed turning 3 shades of red because they don’t know why this man is rubbing their hands like this. And the whole time all of us girls are trying so hard not to laugh while we try to peek and keep our heads bowed at the same time. It’s just so funny- Hale is completely oblivious to it all- he doesn’t really realize he’s even giving the rub. And he doesn’t discriminate- Brian and Rachel got the rub the first time they met! If you come to dinner, you just might get it too!
Bless Your Heart 