A Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
Getting out of the car with Greg and immediately stretching our behinds which were less than comfortable in the car for 12 hours, we were greeted by a smiling face peering out the window and a one year old crawling to say hello. My sister and her husband hosted Thanksgiving this year at their new Philadelphia "twin" (also known as a townhouse. I have so much cool to catch up on).
Spending time with family and just being together was enough to be thankful for. We missed my brother, his wife, and an almost born baby girl who all live in Alaska. But, thanks to technology, they didn't seem far away at all.
This Thanksgiving felt like it was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Regardless of any circumstance, I have much to give thanks for.