Thanksgiving

 To grandmother's house we go.

The Sansoms brought their furry little puppy dodger. Kit has a little bit of an obsession and follows him around saying "dodger! dodger!"

New jammies for the Christmas season.

Kit's happened to match grandpa's favorite pants. 

We played a turkey bowl with Grandpa and Mally - always a huge hit for the boys. 

This year I was overwhelmed with how much I have to give thanks for. 

So much so, that I have trouble even naming the blessings. Even beginning to express what I am thankful for. At the Peters big table, all I could say was "treavor". I stopped there knowing that the emotions that were at the surface would soon erupt. It's true. I am so very, deeply, grateful for Treavor. and the list doesn't stop there. 

What a beautiful life this life is.