It began with an early morning turkey trot - complete with numbered race bibs, a finish line for each runner to break, water stations to drink and toss dixie cups mid-stride (the way the real runners do it) and medals -for the girlies, a turkey bowl for logan, and lots of cheering for Carv and me.
And then parade watching, football & couch naps, and time to polish and puff for the main event.
The darling, darling men of the day.
Logan with beloved visiting McDonalds ready to break into dessert.
Pie time.
Darling littles reunited! Logan's caramel apple goodness.
Final kitchen prep team.
Filling water glasses, lighting candles.
Darling Carv figuring out how to jump - jump.
Log and his bevy of my beautiful friends enjoying the after-dinner glow of gluttony.
The kids tables...Imagine Ev's thrill to find her calligraphied pumpkin place card not at the littles table, but with the olders and the tweens...she grinned maturely!
Let the grand day of turkey commence!
Such a lovely gathering.
I made 10 dozen orange rolls, Logan made 10 pounds of herbed mashed potatoes (and two pies - neither of which lasted til thursday's dinner). Nine families gathered each bringing their own family faves to contribute. Swinging, jumping, lounging, feasting, laughing, and longing to be together more. Grateful.
It began with an early morning turkey trot - complete with numbered race bibs, a finish line for each runner to break, water stations to drink and toss dixie cups mid-stride (the way the real runners do it) and medals -for the girlies, a turkey bowl for logan, and lots of cheering for Carv and me.
