Thanksgiving Recap

Gobble gobble,

 

Happy Thansgiving!

Slept through the parade.

Whomp whomp.

Woke up.

Cuddled with my dog, Rosie.

Showered.

Got in the car with the family.

Drove out on the Island.

(That’s out east, for you non-LIers.)

Saw the family.

Lots of questions.

Over and over.

Classes.

People.

Food.

Fifteen.

Laughter with the girl cousins.

Avoiding the boy cousins.

Awkward conversation.

A game with a few cousins and my sister.

Lick It.

Stick It.

Guess the person on your forehead.

Juvenile.

Stupid.

Immature.

Ridiculous.

Fun.

Claire wasn’t sure how to spell Ann(e) Frank.

Then the dinner.

More food than imaginable.

What a meal.

Enormously tasty.

First home-cooked meal in three months.

My dad’s special mashed potatoes.

Secret recipe.

Silence while everyone takes it all in.

Deliciousness.

Laughter.

Stories about the great-grandma I never knew.

She gave my dad and his siblings spelling tests.

“Spell First Holy Communion,” she’d say.

Senseless.

I love old people.

Then dessert.

Then a nice nap.

Wake up.

Invigorated.

Get in car with family.

Head downwest.

Back at my house.

Not my home.

My house.

Climb into bed.

Sleep.

Measure in Love.

Kevin

 

 

 

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