This is Thanksgiving. Patsy (who is more like an aunt than a cousin) is the matriarch of the family...and the host of Thanksgiving. We eat more food that we can possibly fit into our bellies and if it's nice (like the last few years have been) the kids find their way outdoors, throwing pumpkins, playing ball, running...anything to wear themselves down. The girls are getting so big, as of course, are my boys. But even when there are months between seeing each other, they pick up where they left off...the girls babbying { baby little } and { big boy little } part of their pack. I hope they remember this.
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What now?It truly is a labor of love each day to search for just the right image(s)...the ones that represent our daily lives...edit them, organize them, write about them. What a wonderful experience and an amazing amount of growth this year for me. It has been a great journey but one I am not jumping into again just yet. I am going to take a breather, let the dust settle and let inspiration find me and lead me to my next project. For now, I will continue to post about our lives but only when I feel it.
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