my house is a cozy memory

So thanksgiving is over and it was nice. It wasn't nearly as nice as going to my grandma's house to eat dinner in my childhood home, but it was nice. I mostly spent the whole time thinking about how my kids were having Thanksgiving at home, their home, their childhood home. Sure they're young, but we aren't moving. This is it! This is the house they will think of and the kitchen they will think of and the table they will think of when they imagine a nice cozy homey Thanksgiving. And that makes me really happy.

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