I’m still having a difficult time believing that Thanksgiving has already come and gone. We are celebrating today with Andy’s family, so I get a bit of an extended holiday.
However, I rearranged our first floor living space a few weeks back, and while I was at it, I decided Christmas decor should start making it’s appearance.
So Thanksgiving: my apologies. We sort of snubbed you this year, but I promise to make it up to you.
My rearranging the furniture though, I made a place for the Christmas tree.
I won, and we’re getting a real one this year. (woot! woot!)
I love traditions–I love the consistency that traditions provide.
Andy often–lovingly, of course–laughs at all my suggestions, but when it revolves something yummy and sweet?
He doesn’t object in the least bit.
So we decided that every Thanksgiving morning, we would have a late breakfast of.. .
Harlow had no idea the goodness that was headed her way yesterday morning–the above photo is how excited she gets about toast. Yes, toast. So, you can imagine how happy she was after trying her first bite of Monkey Bread.
She was pretty happy.
I know it may sound silly, but thank you for reading and being part of our little, silly, crazy, messy, artsy, ugly, tearful, and joyful life that we share in this space. I mean it. I wish I could sit down for coffee with each of you or peek through your front door. I know I would–and do–learn so much from you.