I found myself a backseat passenger with my BIL in a car driven by my younger son I vividly remember practicing his driving techniques with him - not that long ago. Given the instructions we were throwing over to the front seat, I'm sure he would say that we were back-seat drivers not passengers. We were heading oft to this party that has been going on for many years now. It's always different each year as new people come into the family and loved ones pass from our lives.
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| Grampa and first generation of kids |
On the way home, we reflected on our status as passengers and how the wheel has turned. It doesn't seem all that long ago that our kids were kids and they needed to be driven everywhere. And the Thanksgiving celebration evolved too, over those years, from a houseful of boisterous kids and teenagers to a kind of sedate adult-ish group.
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| Becky gets the party started |
6 comments:
At least you have one good photo...and the happy memories! They are priceless:)
Awww!
And part of the story is being too busy partying to take photos. Even though I love photos, I think the main thing is to live our lives, not record them. Your interpretation of the timeline is lovely. Happy Thanksgiving.
You may not have pictures but I'm sure you have some good memories.
He made you sit in the back seat?!
Given the choice, I would have picked cuddling the new baby too! I can't wait for Thanksgiving here. Although we won't be going to my dad's this year- our oldest daughter's BFF and his finance are getting married that Saturday and missing it would be like missing one of our own. I love the pictures you posted today! I'm one of those weirdos who loves looking at pictures of everyone's family!
Happy belated Thanksgiving. Yes, it's amazing how fast things change.
I love your photos!
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