giving thanks.

the boys

hike, hike

ralphie gives good lovin'

that water looks cold

nice to have another girl in the family

who knows what they're talking about

did i mention i had a lovely time away this thanksgiving? well, i did. despite the long travel to get there and back, i'd do it again in a heartbeat. 
i was joined there by my mother, father, brother, two aunts, two uncles, two cousins, and one brand-new cousin-in-law (i think that's a term). not to mention the three dogs.
we spent much of our time cooking, eating, watching tosh.0 (which, oh goodness, did i love), and taking in the breathtaking scenery. yes, there was that one brief moment we thought my cousin had to go to the hospital because he had peed blood, but as it turns out too many beets can make your urine do some funny things .

i'm telling you, if i could figure out a reason to move to colorado, i just might.

pulling the same face.



three things that seem important to me when looking at this photograph:

1. i'm quite sure it was done using a self-timer
2. my adrienne vittadini outfit was worn every day of that visit
3. i am in fact making the same face as my father (which is noteworthy, because to this day we pull the same faces and i used to think it was a relatively recent development, but obviously not).

sometimes i think if there is a set amount of luck for each person in this life, i used all mine up in choosing my parents.

i have parents who actually parented. who sat us down as a family after dinner to read a book aloud, together. who held family meetings--miserable, awful things they seemed at the time, but important too.

my dad's birthday was this past weekend. and not a day goes by where i don't find myself catching my breath--awed by the daily sacrifices and hard work he has put in so that my brother and i might have every and any opportunity we choose.

my father literally gave us the gift of choice.

so if i don't say it enough (and i don't) thank you, dad.

and a very happy birthday to you.

spot me if you can.




tonight i found this photo of my family and immediately started crying.


i look at it and see my little cousin kevin who got four shirley temples into the night before he was cut off. and his father who late in the evening commandeered the mike and rendered us speechless with a rendition of build me up buttercup in the style of elvis. then there's my cousin katie who's gonna be such a stunner when she's older (and has no idea). i see uncle bill who appraises it all ever so coolly (because truly he's far, far cooler than the rest of us). and my aunt mary-beth who gets down on the dance floor like it's nobody's business. and uncle joe who asked my mother to dance (during the polka or something like it) and i don't think her feet touched the floor but twice.

the list goes on and on.

and i shed tears of joy because i'm so thankful to be part of such a... (let's call it boisterous)...clan.





photo by dolce studio