My dear hubby, Max, who somehow, year after year, plods along with me, taking all my quirks in stride. And this fall, he scarcely batted an eye when I announced that I wanted our new entry doors to be painted red. Five coats of paint and many moons later, he and my son, James, installed them. Don't they say, "Come on in! You are welcome here."
And the house was full for Thanksgiving, three of our kids and their kids, Max's dear sister and her family. So happy to have them all gather for our Thanksgiving dinner.
|The kids had their own fun at this end of the dining room.|
|Our Thanksgiving table|
|Close up of the Turducken|
|Isn't that an angelic smile?|
A blessed year. God has given me a wonderful family. What more could I possibly ask for?