Thanksgiving is an emotional holiday.  People travel thousands of miles to be with people they only see once a year.  And then discover once a year is way too often.  ~Johnny Carson

Just kidding family.  We do love Johnny Carson though.  Here’s the real quote:

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.  ~William Shakespeare

We had a fun thanksgiving, a very merry feast.  The house was full of family, there was enough cooked turkey for everyone to have a little bite before we hit the raw stuff, the whole fork baked in the corn bread souffle came totally clean in the dishwasher, no one hit Rob in the head with an egg in the last round of thanksgiving olympics and most of the spills didn’t leave a stain that can’t be covered with a giant afgan (did I mention I want a giant afgan for christmas?).

I am not joking when I say it was exactly as I pictured it.  We had our first big holiday in our own house.  The kids had cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents galore.  Grace was enthralled with Jim.  We shopped on Black Friday.  We staged an Olympics on Friday night (favorite sport was baseball card roulette, although it should be called baseball card war).  We played outside in a crisp blue day on Saturday.  We ate and ate and ate (nothing was overcooked, not one thing). Max kept calling it “thanksgivin” with such excitement you’d have thought it was his birthday.  This is what it’s all about.