It is also a day I like to reflect on the many things I feel so incredibly blessed with and thankful for, and this year family was number one in my book of thanks.
I couldn't help snapping this shot of Tom and the girls confidently strutting... knowing that they would not be adorning anyone's dinner table.
The doggers spent most of the day in doggie jail... as you can tell by the oh so pitiful hanging head through the bars. It did not however go unrewarded... they got mashed potatoes, stuffing and turkey with their dinner too... and very happy about that!
If this silverware could talk and tell of all the family dinners it serviced... I bet there'd be some stories to tell. It was Mike's grandmother's silver and his mom let us use it for the day. There is something nice about using handed down things, touching the patina of years gone by, and the feeling of tradition being carried on satisfy a place deep inside of me.
I have a feeling the torch has passed in our family, and that Mike and I are now becoming the next generation to host the holidays. It is a checkpoint in my life, and a deepened feeling of responsibility to and for my family that resonates well with me. It is a bittersweet holiday season this year with Mike's dad nearing the end of his time. While it was joyous to have everyone in my home it was also a sorrowful acknowledgement that this was our last Thanksgiving meal all together.
The kid table... I have fond memories of the kid table. And years later when I was so excited that I finally got to join the adult table the kid table was the last place I wanted to be. I find that I wouldn't mind returning there... they had lots of fun and silliness.
Makin' sillies.
