The sun shone on our Thanksgiving.  Despite the dire weather warnings everyone got here on Wednesday, only slightly delayed by the snow.  The most efficient travelers were at our door by 9:25 in the morning, having left Maryland at 1:50 a.m. (including the Burger King breakfast stop). We had an extra guest, Eric, who because of our full house, had to sleep on an air mattress between the elliptical trainer and the bicycle in our basement “exercise” room.  He was a very cool guest.

Once the turkey was in the oven, we did our traditional Thanksgiving walk around the nearby reservoir with the annual family picture, taken by Eric, at the usual spot after the traditional consumption of a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts, that required a short detour off the path by Jeremy and grandsons.

There were no surprises at our Thanksgiving dinner.  I don’t dare to change the menu. We had a very long “grateful jar” session between dinner and dessert—funny and loving comments written by the most important people in my life.

I remember cherishing Thanksgiving last year, hoping and praying that we could do it again.  Having everyone together is a tradition for which we are very thankful—a tradition we can’t take for granted any more.