Our son Gregory, daughter-in-law Beth, and grandson Quentin are here from Las Vegas. Our daughter Polly is here too. The only missing family member is our granddaughter Taylor, who had to stay in Vegas and work, but she was here in early October and we had a good visit.
Dinner included the traditional turkey with dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes, a sweet potato casserole, a green bean casserole, and a smoked pork shoulder. Everyone played a role in preparation, and everything was just great.
I’m not normally a sap about family, except for when they’re all (or almost all) here, and then I run for the camera and tripod and make everyone squint into the sun.
I posted another family photo to Facebook, but in it Quentin was standing behind us and you couldn’t see his feet. Friends and relatives refused to believe he’d gotten so tall in the last couple of months, but in this photo you can see he’s not standing on a dictionary. That’s all Quentin, shooting up like his grandfather and father did at that age (he just turned 14).
Today’s agenda: Donna and Polly are going out to do a little shopping. Greg, Beth, and Quentin ditto. I’m meeting everyone at the mall cineplex later to watch Arrival. Polly’s boyfriend Joel will take her away later today; the Las Vegas Woodfords drive home tomorrow. Everyone is taking leftovers home … even so, Donna and I will still be eating turkey and stuffing for a while.
Isn’t Thanksgiving great? It really is the best holiday.
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