So. I've tried to come up with good words to describe our Thanksgiving celebration, and extravaganza really seems to sum it up best.
There were 33 people at Mom and Tim's house on Lake Conroe, just north of Houston.
My Mom and Tim.
Janna, Eugene, Chad, Emily and Kate.
Russ and Rae.
Gramma, Mary, Steve, Joshua and Jonathan.
Bonnie, Bob, Sean, Krissy, Tyler, Lindsey, Jonathan, Candice, Nyjah and Kenai.
Mary, Charles, Tom, Joyce, Bobbie and Sandy.
Me, Kyle and Olive.
I think that covers everyone. Lots of family. All in all it went off in a more or less timely fashion. The food was tasty and plentiful. There was laughter and good conversation.
Some of Mom and Tim's neighbors were out of town. They were generous enough to offer their homes for our use. So, we were scattered among three houses - but everyone had a reasonable sleeping situation. It really was a blessing.
It was fun to see so many people find a way to fit: by helping or cooking, or making people feel welcome, or chatting and listening to the things that have come up since we were all together last, by watching little ones and football, by helping clean, and by making sure everyone had a place set especially for them.
As I look back on Thanksgiving day, and the weekend overall, there were moments when it all seemed like chaos, but, with a little bit of clarity, it really was a symphony - of love and friendship, generosity and sharing, rest and movement.
It was a wonderful time to celebrate everything and everyone that we are thankful for. I can't wait to do it again.
Under the Russian olive tree
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