Giving Thanks

It started out small: just me and my son and Mr S. He rotisseried a chicken instead of grilling a great big turkey. Then a friend joined us and brought these gorgeous flowers, and my granddaughter and her husband appeared just in time for dessert. So six of us with pecan pie and whipped cream, playing bananagrams at the dining room table. And my son did the dishes. It was a very fine day.