We are squeezing out every possible bit of holiday joy this year.
Since our families live over 300 miles apart from each other, we figured the only way to spend time with all of them at Thanksgiving was to make them come to us. So they did--my parents, Gil's parents, and Gil's brother and family--all squished into our little apartment on Thanksgiving.
I would like the world to know that for the first time in many years, I did NOT make a pumpkin pie from scratch. I happily skipped over to Costco and paid $5.99 for a pie that I did not bake. Then I sat on the couch and enjoyed the fact that I was not baking pumpkin pie. It was a beautiful thing.
We all spent much of the weekend together--which included my birthday, picking out a Christmas tree, a trip to the zoo, and listening to Gil rock his sermon at our home church on Sunday.
Soaking it up.
Right back at you, Kid.