Thanksgiving

I think our society needs to focus more on gratitude, don't you? We get caught up in the swirl of daily life and the ever-changing needs and wants that the advertisers prescribe. We go straight from Thanksgiving dinner to waiting in line for the big screen TV. Now stores open at midnight; the leftovers are hardly cold in the fridge yet before someone's being trampled for the sake of a cheaper appliance.

In order to focus on this feeling of thankfulness, I think we need to make the Thanksgiving holiday last at least two weeks, don't you??

What I'm saying is that we had a wonderful, wonderful Thanksgiving and I want to go back.

Lillian and Naomi only had a little bit of fun and attention. I wish you could have seen the disappointment on their faces the following Monday when they realized it was just me. Their adoring entourage had disappeared!

Here are Lillian and Pop-Pop and Naomi and Brad. This is mere seconds after Naomi dumped Brad's coffee all over the table.

We had an amazing Thanksgiving dinner with everyone. We wept uncontrollably during Brad's grace, of course. There is so much to be thankful for this year. That we can all be together and the love and support in that togetherness is overwhelming. That these girls are in our arms and healthy and happy. That we can gather and share our concern for family who could not join us this year.

Here are the girls in their special Thanksgiving dresses. It was quite an eye opener to pull out last year's dresses and compare the two. They look like something you'd put on a doll. Seriously. They are less than 8 inches long.



We made time to celebrate the girls' birthday again. Brad made a delicious ginger cake that the girls didn't eat because they had to go to bed. It was okay, though, they had balloons. Here is Lillian, becoming a hummingbird. She was just a little excited.



Naomi really enjoyed exploring a new house. Here she is, stealing the remote from the table.



If we are not going to extend Thanksgiving for several weeks and must continue blazing headlong into Christmas, at least we have an in. It turns out, we're friends with Santa, who's been calling himself Dennis this whole time. Tricky guy.



Happy (belated) Thanksgiving, all. We certainly enjoyed ours and hope that you did, too.