Sometimes the images that tell a story of a family gathering don’t include faces. There can be evidence here and there that says we feel comfortable being here.
Like this little pile of shoes by the front door, shawls and wraps draped over a chair.
And there are always the sweet little toes, stretching and wiggling, surrounded by rolls of adorable baby fat. Children lovingly held by everyone in the family, protected, comforted, rocked, fed, wiped, tickled. Watching them play like we used to.
Sights and sounds from my Thanksgiving holiday…