Thankful

When I look in the rear view mirror at a red light and catch moments like this:

"Look Mommy, we're holding hands!"

We made it to my parents house and are looking forward to a great Thanksgiving tomorrow. Last Thanksgiving, my Dad was in a hospital in Utah, his body fighting to recover from a bone marrow transplant. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even remember the mini thanksgiving dinner my brother Gavin brought into the hospital for he and my mom. That was a tough Thanksgiving because we were so worried. (I wrote about it here.)

But this year, we'll all be around the table together. 

Healthy.

Colin is hoping there will be apple pie.