Michael asked, "Can I help?"
"Yes," I coughed. "You can make the mash potatoes."
He sliced the entire bag and asked how much butter and milk to put in. I always have to look it up so we saw several recipes on the internet. He calculated exactly how much in proportion to the size of the Idaho Potatoes. We found the mixer and the fluff was coming together.
Alex volunteered to make the gravy as I went back to bed. He had been experimenting with chicken fried steak gravy so it turned out thick and smooth. Just perfect. He also set the table with napkins and china. I was sooo grateful because I was running a temperature and didn't want to make anyone else sick.
I called my brother.
"Are you sure you want to come over? I don't want anyone to catch anything."
"We'll be okay, We're coming."
"Do you want a bell to ring around your neck?" she always had extra to share for the occasion.
The Christmas Prayer was said as we gave thanks to God before dinner. Every good thing comes from Him.
My mother is a good thing as we cherish her being with us one more year to celebrate Christmas.
As Uncle Max and Grandma were saying goodbye I said another prayer of safety as they drove home in the snow.
I called my mom to see if she made it home alright. She said, "Oh Sandra, on the way home a woman was standing in the middle of the road as we got off the freeway. I closed my eyes praying we didn't hit her. Max swerved and avoided hitting her by the grace of God. I was so glad she was okay."