For the past several years, we have been invited to my sister, K's. For those of you who don't know us in real life (IRL), my sister and I married two brothers. I highly recommend marrying your sister's husband's brother, for a couple of reasons: first, when you complain about your in-laws to your sister, she REALLY can sympathize. JUST KIDDING, in-laws!! Seriously, it's great to go to my sister's for Thanksgiving and have my husband's family there. Even better is spending Christmas with my husband's family, and having my sister there, too.
So, as has become the tradition, we picked up C's sister, Samantha, and drove down to K and J's. The drive is always more fun with Sammy Jo along. I'll be disappointed if she ever makes good on the threat to get a driver's license. When we arrived, around noon, Annakin and Luke disappeared with their four cousins, and reappeared only occasionally (*big, relaxed sigh*). Grampa and Tracy arrived a little while later, in time to break open the wine and help prepare the meal. We had a late lunch, with all the trimmings (other than Samantha's Tofurkey, accidentally left home alone). Then, Samantha and I took most of the kids and three of the dogs for a walk to the beach.
We got back in time for dessert in front of the fireplace. C made his sought-after chocolate chip cookies from his secret recipe (here's a hint: it's on the back of the chocolate chip bag), and K made a pumpkin pie and a pecan pie. Completely stuffed, we put the boys in their pjs, and headed back home. I always regret having to leave, but it sure feels good to collapse into my own bed to sleep!
I hope you all enjoyed good company and good food, too. Love always.