Sketchism

Last night was the annual family get-together for Thanksgiving. I always put my hopes up for some good American-style turkey dish with all the expected sides. Dinner was delicious, just not what I was hoping for. We had a souffle of some sort (my cousins think it was chicken, I believe it was pork) with some potato goodness and lots of rice, along with some sweet potato slices. For desert grandma provided her famous apple pie and a raspberry pudding. Mmm mmm!

Before we ate I was asked to lead the family in a prayer. It was at my grandmother’s request that I do it. Seeing how I come from a Colombian family, I was expected to do my prayer in spanish, which I did. The words are slowly dissappearing these days, though. I’m not the best public pray-er in the first place, but doing it in spanish makes it a bit tougher for me. My daily prayers are whispers to the Lord, usually in the morning in my room or while I’m driving and before my nightly slumber. I’m just not used to praying with other people except the folks in my church family, and even then it’s usually someone else who does the talking. I guess my prayers and petitions feel more authentic when they’re just between me and the Lord.

It was very pleasant catching up with my cousins. Jorgie is doing the DJ thing on a weekly basis, Natalie will be heading up to Tallahassee in June for college, Enrique will be heading out to California, Stephanie got a C+ on her report card. When all the eating was done we spent most of our time outside, enjoying the cool night breezes. I, of course, took my skateboard and worked on my ollies and shove-its. Some of my family was surprised I even skated. Like I said, it was good to catch up.

This morning I had some left-over homemade apple pie for breakfast. I’m still savoring it an hour later. Grandma makes the best apple pie, and for that, too, I am thankful.