It’s nearly impossible to write a non-cheesy post about Thanksgiving, but every potentially sappy, cliché thing I am thinking about our holiday week and our Thanksgiving dinner with friends-who-know-they’re-family — all those things are true.
We spent Thursday with friends. The kids played outside, periodically poking their flushed little faces inside the back door to get a drink or to make another trip to the bountiful dessert table. The adults enjoyed the company, the conversation, and the comfy couches made for watching football.
The rest of the week we only got out of our comfy pants when absolutely necessary, took long naps, watched good football, and enjoyed a few days off.
“and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life…”
– Lester Burnham, American Beauty