My little pilgrim candles belonged to my Grandma Erma. When I was a child, I would beg her to light them. Now that I have them in my own home, I’m so glad she never did. Each Thanksgiving my kids want to light them too. But I’m holding out. Just like my Grandma did.
Hope you have a lovely day full of things that make your heart happy.
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson