Any day spent with people you love is a day for thanks, so our Thanksgiving was doubly wonderful spent with my grandparents at their lake house. Thanksgiving dawned blissfully peaceful. We went for a snowy walk along the lake shore in the morning, and then mashed potatoes in the afternoon!
Grandma prepares the turkey while its delicious aroma draws everyone to the kitchen!
Grandpa carves that bird!
When the feast was spread out on the table, we held hands and Grandpa led us in prayer, thanking God in his heartfelt, cracking voice for God's gifts in our lives. We each followed suit, and as three generations thanked God together we shared in our united love for Him.
After dinner, there were Risk tournaments to be played...
and pies to be eaten!
We were able to talk to Mikaela and Joel for a little while on Thanksgiving. They were spending a wonderful holiday with friends in Maryland, and it was so good to get to share in it with them on that day!
All day Friday I kept glancing out the window at the storm, and Grandma would ask, "Do we really want to do this?" But we gathered our fortitude and ventured out into a blustery, rainy night to attend the Christmas parade. We started by warming our hands with coffee and took advantage of a photo op with Frosty!
We were soaked to the skin by the end of the parade, but the Christmas carols and fireworks and memories were worth it!
The next day it was time to drive home the way we had come: over the rivers and through the snowy woods, with stomachs and hearts and memories full of Thanksgiving!