Our Black Friday this year was actually quite golden. No mall, no movie theater, no boots, no gloves, no shoveling. Just a big blue sky, sixty degree temperatures and a lovely family hike up Goldmine Mountain. Not sure it burned off the butter fest known as Thanksgiving Twenty-Ten, but it was a start.
Having some family in our hometown made Thanksgiving so easy! Grandparents, cousins and friends came just for the afternoon. No one had to cross a time zone or brave a blizzard or get the airport pat-down.
The food was all homemade and delicious. And nothing makes a house feel more like home than hosting family and friends. Much to be thankful for!
4 comments:
Yay! Just got back into town, and as I was driving across the dusty desert, I wondered how your turkey day had gone. Would love to come by and see you this week!
Sounds like a glorious holiday weekend.
It looks like a total party!
So great that family is close. That airport pat-down is to be avoided whenever possible.
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