Thanksgiving memories

Because I can't for the life of me remember anything about last Thanksgiving. Except sadness. And while the sadness remains, maybe it's not quite as raw. And the memories must be intentional.

So off to Giga and Poppop's we went. All the best Thanksgiving foods at the hands of my precious Mama. And no, I have no photos of food or the table all done up or the process of eating. I was much too busy making sure every bite of these once-per-year favorites contained the proper balance of turkey, dressing, potatoes, and gravy. Priorities, people.

We love the time together after the meal, though.

What turned out to be a very difficult game where Trey tried to get by with the word "Poopz".

The food coma. Can't blame them.

Sweet, handsome Harris men.

Working off the calories. Poppop stopped letting him win long ago.

Looking through old toys and trying out a few games.

So thankful for Giga and Poppop.

Then on to Nana and Granddad's for dinner. Nana had worked her magic and we feasted on another fantastic meal that left us all feeling like marshmallows.

Downtime, where obviously they had no idea they were sitting right next to each other.

A piano concert, where the boys showed off their blossoming skills. More on our lessons coming soon.

Granddad stopped letting Trey win long ago, as well.

After dinner, Granddad graciously offers to do the dishes. Because, according to him, he's not a tree setter-upper.

So Nana and Mama work hard to get the tree looking fresh and festive. Photo creds to Trey.

So thankful for Nana and Granddad.

Simple but priceless memories made. Happy Thanksgiving!