It's a mini holiday between summer and winter, an extra long weekend to cozy up at home for some extra-special family time. It's a time to eat too much and drink too much and feel grateful for the incredible life we're blessed with.
|Thanksgiving with the flamingos.|
Our big Thanksgiving dinner was up north at my parents' place - a great big noisy jumble of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and what always seems like dozens of children underfoot, one group gathered around the bar, one clustered in the living room, a game of pool in one room, Wii sports in another, a dozen conversations at once, the game playing on a couple of tv's, kids and toys everywhere and way more food and drink than seems possible for one family to consume.
And now, as the holiday weekend comes to a close and the festivities wind down we loll about lazily on the living room couches, overfed and overstuffed with too much turkey, too much wine and too many sweets, grateful to be where we love best with those we love best and thankful for our incredible life together.
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