It was shaping up to be a pretty crappy day, and I was really bummed. Nobody should have a yucky Thanksgiving Day.
Nothing terrible or tragic, mind you, just that dinner was moved to Saturday, and that meant Thursday would just be another day.
So, at the suggestion of my sister, I made a big breakfast, planned to put up the Christmas tree, and then go see a movie in the afternoon. But, then I decided to buy a new tree the next day, so after the decorations came down from the attic, we were left trying to figure out what to do for the next few hours.
Then it happened.
The phone rang.
It was the family we adopted where we used to live. You know, the one two doors down...
"Dinner's at 5. You're coming over, right?"
No expectation to bring anything, although we brought a pie and some drinks...
We went after the movie.
I can't ever remember a family gathering that I enjoyed more. Sitting around, laughing together, talking, taking pictures, laughing some more, seeing my husband fit in like one of the kids, just having a good time...
I'm so thankful!