And I also promised my Aunt Kim that she would get a shout on the blog and I couldn't let her down!
Though we were only there for a short 24 hours, we soaked up every minute of our cozy Fox Point holiday. Meal preparations were filled with the typical banter that I expect is present in every household in the minutes leading up to the turkey carving and consists of arguments about how many more minutes the turkey needs in the fryer (yep, I said fryer...red necks and proud of it), where we should put all of the food, and who is sitting next to who at the big long table. To top it all off, the night ended with a massive family turkey coma, during which relatives of all ages were sprawled across every inch of living room carpet eyes glued (or closed in the case of the men) to the tv as Will Farrell pranced through the streets of New York City looking for his dad. Talk about getting into the holiday season.
Sorry so blurry!
And though I loved all of our Thanksgiving, I think one of my favorite parts of the holiday is the grace. This is always my grandfather's job and though he gets made fun of for being a little long winded, the man says a mean grace. The rest of the Thanksgiving celebration is hectic and filled with the happy hum of cousins and dogs and football on tv, but during those few minutes we all are quietly reminded of what is at the core of Thanksgiving. And that is my favorite part...besides the sweet potatoes.