Food & Games, Laughter & Love

Another Thanksgiving recently rolled around, 

finding me in NJ

utilizing my waitressing skills.

(If my Committee decides my comps are not up to snuff, it is reassuring to know I have something to fall back on...)

We carved,

we served,

we ate.

Well.

Then, Grandma killed us all at Rummy Royal.

(She is quietly ruthless that little Grandma...)

A few days later found us at it again,

for the inevitable celebration of Dave's birth.

More food to stuff ourselves with, more games to suffer through.

(I mean--thoroughly enjoy!)

We laughed together, about things we will never remember.

We reminded each other that we are loved.

And though that might

--apparently--

seem overwhelming at times,

 we found comfort in the knowledge of it.

With Thanksgiving to the Giver:

These are good gifts.