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A bitter sweet Thanksgiving. For the first time my mom and Jim came over for a feast at my house. This was the first time because it is the first holiday without either of my grandparents here to celebrate with us. It was always hard for them to travel so the family always gathered wherever they were. I hope the turkey they had in heaven was as good as mine was. Who am I kidding? We all know it was better.
The turkey took a little longer than I allotted time for and I kept waiting for that stupid built-in thermometer to pop up. If I didn't pop it up myself then we may still be waiting for the turkey.

Morgan has only tasted green beans, squash and carrots, but I let her have a little mashed potatoes at dinner. They were a hit.
Now let's talk about my mom. Last Tuesday she was dusting a book shelf and balancing herself on the edge of the bed. Well, she fell. And broke two bones in her foot. So she shows up at my house with a cast to her knee and a "wheely cart" as she likes to call it. The idea is to rest your leg on the seat while pushing with your good foot. I feel bad for her and all, but what's a holiday without some fun. Michael and I (mostly Michael) were cracking one liners all day. It's hard not to when you have a grown woman crawling around on the floor. All in good fun mom. I know it sucks for her with the holidays and all, but it happens.
And just think. You'll have a ton of pictures like this to remember it.

I'm thankful for so many things. I'm thankful for my husband who supports and loves me no matter what. I'm thankful that I have two beautiful, healthy little girls that bring a smile to my face everyday. I'm thankful for my family for always being there when I need them. I'm thankful for everyone who is in my life in one form or another. And I'm thankful for holiday food.