We cooked.
We ate.
And, after sleeping off the turkey-induced coma, we romped around the back leaf-strewn acreage.
With a quick stop for some chicken-snuggles.
(No, we do not eat our chickens. Even the crowing ones.)
Indescribably thankful for this season, this family, and this sweet life.
The Lord has been so good to me.
