So our Thanksgiving was spent in the big city of Boston, with family on both sides, and notably missing was Jake's last living grandma. Still, there were 22 people gathered around two tables, lots of reaching and talking over, serving and passing, laughing, relaxed, fun people who welcome anyone, if they're up for the experience. No they won't care if you don't dress up, or spill gravy on your shirt. The boys spent time with their only cousins (2nd cousins), playing video games and riding scooters. We ate seconds on dessert because we had to, with one cherry pie, two pumpkin, two apple, one cranberry, one pecan, and Helen's fudge cake.
I guess I'm over my fear of pie crust, officially.