We descended on Adam and Heather's home for Thanksgiving this year. Adam was gracious enough to let my kids play with his impressive Lego collection, which kept them entertained, and out of the way.
The food was plentiful and delicious. The number of pies was more appropriate this year (down to 4 pies for 5 adults versus last year's 6 pies for 6 adults). Pie is pretty much the best thing about Thanksgiving. The Thanksgiving meal itself is delicious, don't get me wrong. But as I'm eating it, I can't help but think, "How much can I eat and still have room for pie?" Mom's pumpkin pie, Heather's caramel apple pie, the chocolate cream pie that Adam requested, and my new trial: chocolate pecan pie. All were amazing (and that chocolate pecan pie is one of my new favorites).
I had been feeling a little under the weather all week, and it finally knocked me over that afternoon. But it was still a great holiday. Chad got to watch Adam play his new video game, and I played Apple Scrabble with Mom and Heather.
Friday morning Adam and Heather volunteered to watch the kids, and took them back to Mom's where Dad was finally able to join the family after his stretch of work in Washington. And then I spent Black Friday visiting an urgent care, being diagnosed with a sinus infection, buying antibiotics, then laying in bed. And I pretty much stayed in bed until Monday. So this Thanksgiving reinforced the gratitude I have for family willing and eager to take care loving care of my children when I am incapacitated. I'm grateful for Chad and all he does, for our wonderful little home, for my Savior, for beautiful kids, and for the privilege to be their mother.