Monday, November 28, 2011
It was a sunny Thanksgiving. Grandma's house filled with running and jumping kids. Voices of laughter, of singing, and sometimes, of crying. Table filled with flavors, hearts filled with memories, mouths filled with tastes.
And maybe, just maybe, a new traditions started. Campfire. Marshmallows. Hot dogs.
To end it all, a sleepover, camping under the stars. Daddy and Luke, the men of our house faced the cold and darkness to build one more memory: camping after Thanksgiving. Of course, mommy and baby Mark had other plans: a warm bed and soft blankets (as I have enough winter camping memories in my memory book!)
All in all, so much to be thankful for!