November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving was crazy cakes at Mom and Dad’s house.  All of the family was at the “big kids table.”  That’s a total of 14 people – 8 adults and 6 children age 5 and under.  To say that it was “all hands on deck” grossly underestimates how out of control it was.  However, as I sat there marveling at the conversation and chaos, I was struck at how much of a fleeting phase this is bound to be.  In 5 years, the oldest kids will be disinterested in the adults or the babies.  The babies won’t be babies, and the adults will be begging for tender moments of snuggling with them all.

A part of me resented not being able to savor the treat of sweet potato casserole and dressing that I allow myself only on Thanksgiving and Christmas…having to wolf down a smorgasbord of desserts before tending to the baby.  But a much larger part focused on the smiling, the laughing, the chitter chatter, and the silliness that little ones bring in their wake.

Jeremy made another one of his investments, bringing a toy that providing gobs of entertainment and further securing his status as the beloved Uncle Jeremiah.

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