Before I launch into "elf mode" let me pause and talk for a minute about Thanksgiving. My whole family met together at our Wayne Wonderland house and basked in the madness of eight little cousins, cold weather outside, and all the good feels inside.
The little people painted and made an entire "Fort Hotel" that took up the whole basement. We didn't see them for hours except with strict instructions to provide sustenance and the occasional owie to kiss or argument to smooth over.
There was a rabbit hunt in the snow.
A pheasant hunt in the wind.
And successful hunters all the way around bundled up like handsome little men.
There were visits from Uncles and Aunts sharing another helping of pie. Baking together in an overly-warm kitchen with sweating windows that emphasized the contrast between hot inside and cold out. And there was all manner of late night giggles shared amongst adults and kiddos alike... you guys, bedtime? SUCH a joke!
If you didn't know this already, my mama is the world's best cook so we three daughters just kind of stay nearby and "assist" as we take copious mental notes on how she achieves all the greatness in the kitchen that she has become known for. I swear, with all the little men I have to feed, Imma gonna get it so all "my boys" rave about how their mama makes the best - fill in the blank.
It was awesome. And the rest of our weekend has been dedicated to decorating the house for Christmas and soaking up our little family which will be just a wee bit bigger in just over a month.
Feeling grateful for family and life... the rest is just icing.