It has become a tradition to have Thanksgiving at my brother and sister-in-law's house each year. Their house if big enough to hold our whole family; brothers and sisters and spouses and kids and grandkids. And the adults are in one room, kids in another, although the rooms are connected. By the way, I use the term "kids" loosely. Most are adults -- but they're still our kids. My sister-in-law, Carol, does a phenomenal job (truly a job) at pulling this all together. And she makes it look so simple.
It's so much fun to hear the chatter from the kids' room. Can't hear what they're saying, but the noise level is soothing.
I found the black and white picture above while I was going through old pictures. I can't help but believe it was of Thanksgiving. If not, so what...it's my Dad, his sisters, their spouses and kids, Grandma and Uncle John gathering for a meal. This warms my heart. Can't you just hear the chatter?? And knowing my Dad and Uncle Jimmy, I can also hear the laughter. Because one of them, just like my brother does now, would always be cracking a joke!!
It's no wonder Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.