Time taught us it was safer to go ahead and separate ourselves, together we would certainly find trouble. We filled our plates to overflowing and sat to enjoy home-cooked goodness with the span of two tables keeping us apart.
I gazed down the length of the tables and smiled. She stuck out her tongue. Being mature and sweet, as always, I returned the gesture and then yelled, “Mooooommm!! Becca is picking on me again.”
I’m certain Becca rolled her eyes. I was always the tattler.
To my dismay mom’s answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear this time.
“Tough! You are an adult now. You can handle it.”
So began Thanksgiving night with the Smith family. I laughed until I cried, ate until I needed to be rolled out, and then chased the kids (and found myself quite sore the next morning).
It was a night to be remembered that ended with enough camera flashes that you would have thought the paparazzi had arrived… and in a few weeks we get to do it all over again!