I am so utterly enchanted by the people I get to call my family. My sister, as I'm sure you all know, is everything to me. Her husband is so good to all of us, and their kids make me happier than I ever knew three people could. Thomas is a better and better husband to me every day that we're together, and so often I find myself just looking around the room thinking how did I get so damn lucky. Last year on Thanksgiving, things really began to fall apart for my immediate family. It isn't something I talk about a lot, with the people in my life or on this blog, but it's the reality of my story and Thanksgiving is one highlight that I was happy to see made new again this year. There was snow on the ground, the boys were in sweaters, and the food was all beyond my wildest food dreams, which I assure you, is saying something.
We played Apples to Apples until the early hours of the morning, slept for a few hours, and then drove down south to join my in-law's for a day of board games and more leftovers than we could eat. But try we did, and everyone slept well with tummies full of pie and wool socks on our feet.