We went to J. and S's.
Their son, R., was there.
As were A. and J., our friends.
We were outside a lot and ate in two different rooms. Bern and I were at the two person kid's table, but we could all hear each other.
Too much food at 3 p.m. I didn't eat any more that day.
We came home to let Brigit eat late.
We slept well.
All was good.
As Thanksgiving should be.
Be thankful, always.