thanksgiving

I love being with my family. It doesn't matter how many of us are gathered together--there is copious laughter. My dad, stepmom, and I had a lovely little meal. Scratch that: we had a small feast! And we laughed and gabbed and laughed and gossipped and laughed. Dad conked out on the couch with Maggie as his sidekick. Barb and I did the clearing and washing up. Dad snored. Barb and I laughed and talked for two hours. Dad woke up, my sisters phoned and I came home. A lovely, lovely day.

And my tradition continues: