Thanksgiving, more than anything, I think, is about 'family'.
Only Tim is missing now. Josh and Cathy and the three girls and Laura the dog (who Bela seems to like but who tried to eat our cat, Lukie, who is now under our bed behind a closed door refusing to eat or pass food and water) left Baltimore at 6:30 am and had no snow until Connecticut and got here by 1:30 p.m. after stopping at a Japanese bakery in New Jersey that Cathy loves.
So, only Tim is missing. His train gets to Union Station in New Haven at 11 a.m. tomorrow.
He'll be here for a couple of hours before the 'guests'--really, adopted 'family' get here and we will be together and reminisce and tell stories and talk to Morgan and Emma and Tegan and eat and eat and drink and drink for hours on end.
My favorite holiday by far. Almost here. Only Tim is missing now....
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL....
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