Uncle R carving the turkey.
We had an incredible Thanksgiving at Aunt N's and Uncle R's house. Froggy swam with her daddy in their pool, then played with Cousin J's three kitties the rest of the afternoon. With a wonderful meal and great company, does it get any better?
We missed our family in Iowa, and it is strange having grown up in a family of football fans, to celebrate Turkey Day without the sounds of referees and shouting crowds in the background -- the men (and Aunt Helen) leaning back far in their chairs to catch the score in the living room, the shouts of joy and yes, sometimes profanity at a bad call or fumble. I am not a fan of any sport really. I tried, but could live my entire life without watching a single game on tv. For Thanksgiving I prefer music in the background to screaming fans, but there is something nostalgic about pumpkin pie and football, even though I don't really care for either.
I guess the holidays are defined by your childhood. For me Thanksgiving was always wet autumn leaves, the crisp smell of winter upon us, playing 'king of the hill' with my cousins at the playground, everyone crowding in Grandma Gus's tiny kitchen, watching football, taking a long walk after dinner, homemade pie, having a late-night turkey and cranberry sandwich, and falling asleep in the car on the drive home.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, however you define it! I am thankful for you and the love you give to our family.