Good Food, Good Company

I hope you all had a "filling" Thanksgiving. Every other year, my sweet husband gets to embark on what I affectionately refer to as the "Eldredge Adventure" (Thanksgiving with my father's family). My good 'ole Dad is the oldest of seven of the most boisterous, loving, giving, brilliant, tolerant, beautiful, talented people that walk the earth. This can be an intimidating experience, even for the strongest of personalities, but Clint (my husband) takes it in stride, and I love him for it.

All of us cram into my Grandparent's spacious home. We have virtually the same food assignments every year, and when you have 30+ people preparing to eat the best meal of the year, you can imagine that we go above and beyond the traditional necessities the Holiday requires. It's Saturday and I'm still stuffed as full as Grandma's turkey (which was in a league of its own, by the way).

I love my family. I walk through the door and smell Grandma's famous cooking. I hear the younger grandchildren wresting and the adults laughing about their deviant pasts. I am encompassed by love. I stand with arms around me, as the world of beautiful faces, who have encouraged me all my life, give smiles that speak eloquent sonnets of welcome and acceptance. Thank you to the many who make up my crazy family, including those who couldn't make it this year. Thank you.