I sometimes forget that I have a sharper sense of humor than most people, even though I don't mean anything by it. In any event, I assure you that I am being completely sincere when I say that we had a lovely Thanksgiving. The kids were on their best behavior (no "ew"ing at the dinner table!); Elvis and Miss Thing did a piano concert and N. invented his own board game (look out, Milton Bradley). It was sweet to see Tom's grandmother playing Candyland with her great-grandkids.
And the food was delicious.
(I can say this without being accused of bragging because we went for the heat-and-serve option from Whole Foods.) I discovered I have a fondness for peach pie. The conversation was pleasant and the wine flowed freely.
And for all this, I am thankful.