We live in North Carolina. At Thanksgiving this still means “Indians and Pilgrims” - we know it is no longer politically correct, but does remind us fondly of our childhood school days.
Ben turned our living room chair into the Mayflower and loaded up gear he would need for the long journey. At the church’s Children’s Morning Out program both Ben and Clara performed the Turkey Gobble dance (see the “gobble, gobble” action shots) and our personal favorite, “The Indians are coming, they don’t make a sound…” dance. Clara also managed to eat her weight in cake – and paid the price with an afternoon tummy ache.
For Thanksgiving Day we enjoyed a cozy and relaxed time as a family. We visited friends in the morning and then spent the afternoon playing “football” outside, making turkey crafts, watching the parade (many thanks for the fast forward wonders of Tivo), drooling over holiday toy ads and eating our feast – which for the kids meant rolls, sweet potato fries, peas and pie.
As the final leaves fall we are called once again to count our blessings, which we know are many. This season also brings our hearts to long for those we love so far away. We are a thankful bunch and we are thankful for you.
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