The girls sat around the finding room table now cloaked in its red plaid cover, just one small addition to the room, marking the clear shift from one holiday season to the next. Just three days before, we had gathered with our family around the same table, wearing its burlap cloth, for Thanksgiving. Arnauld and I had just finished reheating leftovers for the third night in a row. This may be the one time a year that no one complains about having leftovers for dinner. “It’s like a feast!” Adi has exclaimed each and every night since Thanksgiving.
As Arnauld and I made our own plates in the kitchen, I nudged him. “It’s sweet how they appreciate all that food you made. They love Thanksgiving just like you.”
A few photos of our family gathered for day 1 of the feast:
Where There Is Joy 
This is what holidays are for! Food has a way of making us feel the love! It’s great your kids love leftovers, my kids would have one meal of leftovers and that was it!
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Your pictures add so much to the spirit of togetherness in your writing. I love your daughter’s sweater and the Pink Pomelo drink. I see the happiness in her eyes – the love of the gathering! And I love a grand feast!
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So sweet! Those photos picked me right up! Thanks!
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