|Me, Dad, Camille|
Our Balcom family tradition has become this: kids bundled up in blankets on the couch with the tv on to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade followed by The National Dog Show. David and I drank our morning coffee while reading the morning newspaper and me looking at the newspaper adds for all of the stores participating in the Black Friday sales (I don't shop but like to look). Our day was relaxing leading up to dinner at my sisters house.
We enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner at Camille's with her family and with Dad. This was the first year in many that I can remember that no one made a toast before we began eating. Usually the toast is Dad's "job". Instead this year we all said "happy Thanksgiving" and then ate while talking and laughing. There was a ton of food and every bit of it was delicious.
No one talked about Mom or her death and it wasn't that we didn't miss her, she was greatly missed. Instead we focused on Lyndsey's 22nd birthday (which was the next day, Friday) and Camille's 50th birthday (yes, her BIG 5-0, which was the following Tuesday).
Overall, our evening was a happy one with very few tears, delicious food, and good company.
|Dad with all his grandkids|
LtoR: Lyndsey, Nick, Dad, and in front of Dad: Wade, Emma