Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Oh, I'm so thankful.
But she would correct me, saying "My cousins, Mom. My cousins, Libby and Jenna."
And it's okay because they feel like cousins. Sara is my war buddy. Our friendship was forged in the trenches of teaching junior high. Even after each of us have moved three times, we've always ended up less than 4 hours apart. And, in lieu of a Thanksgiving with blood relatives, the Soelbergs are the best possible option. I have Sara. Livi has Libby (and believe me, that simple "b" or "v" consonant sound was a constant source of confusion when the girls were teeny. We still refer to Libby as "Lippy", just for the sake of clarity.)
Mimi has Jenna.
And poor, poor Joe. He's got John, but the hospital never sleeps (and John occasionally has to), even over Thanksgiving, so his socializing was pretty limited.
We partied hard, until the girls crashed exhausted into bed (and crashed OUT of bed onto the hard wooden floor in the middle of the night.)
We ate delicious food, even if I dried out our turkey and made not-so-delicious new-recipe Broccoli Gratin. Sara's contributions more than made up for it.
And Sara and I, we decided to make Christmas stockings, which are going to be absolutely darling, thanks to Sara's artistic abilities and my nonstop trolling of craft blogs for ideas. (Look at us. Even our sewing machines are exactly the same.)