My grandfather kept a journal, where he wrote about daily life in Lansing during those war years. He talked about their backyard garden, and even inserted some of the rationing books into the pages of the journal.
And so tonight, as I stand in my kitchen baking Christmas cookies, I look outside at the darkness, and give thanks that I don't have to use blackout curtains, and for the bright Christmas lights decorating our neighborhood. I am thankful that I have butter and eggs, sugar and chocolate to cook with, and that we have no shortage of food. I am thankful for the safe return of my nephew Jason, serving in the Marines, from his overseas deployment this year. Most of all, I am thankful for peace.