Our first Thanksgiving together. (Last year, I was busy holding a new baby niece and he was busy cheering on the Lions at Ford Field). We enjoyed a special day together, just the two of us, with all our favorites on the table, and no agenda at all.
As we counted our blessings, WG was quick to share his gratitude for homemade dinner rolls, while I emphasized thankfulness that I was eating an amazing turkey dinner and I didn't have to do one single thing with the gross innards of the bird (well, other than avoid seeing the neck as WG cooked it up for himself. Gross!)
We are a fine pair, indeed! Now, if only the cats hadn't stolen the wishbone before we could make our wishes, we might have been able to wish for this kind of holiday every year!