Going home for Thanksgiving

These are old photos, but this is where we're going in less than a week. It's the house I grew up in, and one of the cats still living with my parents. Morgan only has three legs, but does quite nicely. In this photo, she has climbed the 4 foot tall wood pile to peer into the breakfast room. We have many family members over for the holiday, a very busy and noisy weekend. It's always a lot of fun and good to see everyone again. The kids and I fly in Tuesday, Martin follows on Wednesday. We get in ahead of the extended family and have some time to be back home like we used to be, though now we have a spouse, children and a fiancé to add to the numbers.

Besides growing older and the addition of new family members, not much changes with this holiday get together my parents have held nearly each year for close to 30 years. My dad could tell you exactly how many years and how many deviations from the tradition there have been, but I think it has been only around three times we've had other plans for this holiday in 30 some years.