So you know those bloggers who post beautiful, color-corrected, photo-shopped, perfectly lit pictures, every one of which could be the photo that came in the frame?
I’m not them.
Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I give you Thanksgiving, 2013: A Day in Perfectly Imperfect Pictures.
First, there was the Brownie Escapade of ’13. It wasn’t pretty. It was funny, but it wasn’t pretty.
Then there was an escape from the action … in Ooma’s walker.
Then there was Ooma love. This is my soon-to-be 94 year-old Grandma. (On the left, without the pink hair.) Isn’t she beautiful?
And then there was this. I don’t have words big enough for this. For how blessed we are by family who gets it. For how my little one glows in the light of their love. For how at ease she was — they all were. For how beautiful it was to witness … all day long. This might be my favorite picture ever …
Or maybe this one …
But, wait, there’s more!
No, they don’t slice, dice, cut soda cans and then tomatoes, but …
At dinner, Brooke announced that the cousins would be “going into the bed” together. Everyone was a little confused, but she had a plan. You see, my kid doesn’t forget anything. Ever. And years ago (like a LOT of years ago), when we were all together at my aunt’s house, the cousins had all pig-piled in Ooma’s bed. And well, if it happened once, it must happen always. So it is written, so shall it be done. Or something like that.
Ooma has since moved out of my aunt’s house and there’s no longer a bed in what used to be her room, but such details do not deter my kid. So, without as much as a raised eyebrow, Katie and the cousins followed Brooke upstairs to smush together on the couch that, once covered with a blanket, she said was a bed. Yup.
And they did THIS.
At the end of the day, there was so very much to be grateful for. But this — this is what I will remember most. Not just tolerance, but acceptance. Not just accommodation, but celebration. Not just patience, but joy. Not a sense of obligation, but LOVE.
And for that and so much more, I am grateful.
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. I hope it was a good one for you and yours.
Huge thanks, once again to Auntie Marilyn and Uncle Julie for welcoming us into their home and their hearts. I’m so glad we’re family.