Thanksgiving

It has been said, "Let's say WHO we are thankful for instead of what we are thankful for."

We drove to the Valley to have Thanksgiving with our youngest son, Mitchell and his family.

Here in Reynosa, Mexico. Mitchell needed to return papers from his visit when working with partners about ocelots.

We had happy times and sad times when we sent our oldest son, Wally, to West Virginia.

That is where he wanted to move to be with a friend.

And our middle son, Bruce, is living near Dallas now. We are spread out a bit.

Our granddaughter is growing tall like her dad.

She is ten years old, soon to be eleven, and she comes up to my chin.

We walked over the bridge into Reynosa when I got this shot of father and daughter...one of my favs.

Joaquin is taking swimming lessons and the only thing left to work on is the butterfly, getting those arms up straight is hard to do.

This is part of our Thanksgiving spread.

Mitchell requested my old fashioned dressing, and the yams (all the marshmallows melted into the yams) is always requested.

It was quite a feast.

I am so thankful for family!!!

It is always hectic when so many are together, but I would not have it any other way.

Just wish all our sons had been there!!!

This is how we ended the day.

Until next time...