It didn't get any better than this...Thanksgiving with the family around the table, listening to our grandchildren describe what they were grateful for - a family who loves them, food to eat, a place to live, friends they enjoy.
They'd written it all down on lined sheets of paper with accompanying pictures. Our seven-year-old granddaughter told us she was most grateful for her sister. "We fight a lot," she read, "but I really love her."
As the artist in the family, she went so far as to illustrate her extended family in living color, with categories and names.
She was learning phonics in Massachusetts (an oxymoron!). "Aunts" were not labelled as "Ants." They were "Onts."
"Uncles" were "Onkls."
"Parents" were "Parints."
"Cousins" were "Casins."
But we understood perfectly...the meaning of thanksgiving.
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