Thanksgiving was lovely and small. Cold and flu season took its toll on attendance and it was an intimate group of four. Dinner was very tasty and there went off without more than a hiccup. Sadly, I took no pictures. I present you instead with a photo of the Thanksgiving platter.
It came from the Saint Vincent de Paul in the Old Place. It simply called out to me one day and I bought it to put on the wall. Brought it home to show MiddleGuySis and she said "I thought you'd like it, so I left it there for you". A sign of true sibling love is when one sister leaves something in a thrift store for the other sister to find.
It was a sisterless Thanksgiving, but one filled with love and a turkey platter.