In our family the word FAMILY means people who love us, being related to us by blood does not matter. However, there needs to be some gravy loving criteria met before you can truly be counted as one of our own. This Thanksgiving we were surrounded by some of our adopted family and their extended family, ever increasing those who love us and those we love.
This family has seen us through some tough times in the last few years. Three Thanksgivings ago they sat at our dinner table the day after we were told that Max should be tested for Muscular Dystrophy. How far we have come! This Thanksgiving I was literally overflowing with thankfulness. We are in such a different place now. A better place!
In fact we felt so good that we attempted a road trip this year. We packed some butter, bacon and cheese and hit the road, barely beating a snow storm to our destination. I think a few years ago I would have let something like a special diet keep us home. I was not one for challenging myself anymore than necessary. But we are serious about living these days. And living means a road trip now and then. I am proud to report it was a terrific. The kids were amazing in the car. I was prepared for the worst. I even put ear plugs in my pocket thinking I would need to just check out from the madness at some point. The ear plugs never came out. The kids were in better moods than we were! The drive home took over 10 hours due to weather and no one cried....ever! Ray even downloaded a Yoda voice for our GPS. Now that is living!
We had such a wonderful time with our family. Thanksgiving dinner in a log cabin in the mountains, seeing the Rockettes in the city and taking Caroline to her first grown up ladies tea at a fancy hotel. Ray and Max watched lots of football with the guys (and played on the iphone, see picture below) and a good time was had by all.
The girls ready for a day on the town! Seeing the Rockettes and having tea were a perfect way to kick off the holidays.