The dinner table. A small crowd this year.
We always have people for dinner that aren't with their families for the occasion. One year we had 2 randoms that my brother met in Africa. We've had kids who couldn't go home for Christmas.
My father used to call them my "Waifs and Strays"
This year we had my neighbor Evelyn and my daugher's friend Ivana.
I scrounged flowers from the garden for the centerpiece.
I love having both my kids under the same roof and seeing them miss each other and spend time together.
I love hearing them raiding the fridge at 2 in the morning and having their friends over and catching up with their lives.
They waited all day for this loaf of bread to rise and be ready to eat.
And my sweet momma who loves to sit and listen to the chatter and the kids stories. Like the one about my nieces tattoo and the hungover tatto artist. She treasures every moment out of the nursing home and loves a home cooked dinner. She sits at the head of the table and has a full view of everyone. She doesn't say much over dinner, but takes it all in. I catch her out of the corner of my eye laughing and chuckling over the dinner table tales. These are the occasions that bring her joy.
My new (old) butter dish.
I hope eveyone had a nice Thanksgiving. Today we are cleaning up the mess (and the martini glasses) and preparing for tomorrow morning when the bedroom and bathroom reno begin.