It still feels like such a treat to be able to drive one hour at be at my parents house, especially on holidays.
2011: In college Ben and I drove to aunts and uncles for Thanksgiving (so many awful pictures:P).
2012: apparently I didn’t take pictures this year (our first Thanksgiving with Ben’s extended family and I wasn’t toting the camera making my new cousins-in-law pose for pictures).
2013: Our first year out of school we road-tripped from Cincinnati to Kansas City to meet up with friends from Utah …whose car broke down somewhere in Colorado so they never made it.
2014: The next year we flew out to California for two weeks at Thanksgiving because I would be too pregnant to fly at Christmas (and it meant Ben had one day off for Christmas).
2015: We hosted friends for a weekend in our new house in Ohio and everyone except Lincoln threw up.
2016: And then the next year we celebrated with friends in our little town.
2017: So last year it felt magical to be able to drive up and spend Thanksgiving with lots of family and this year was the same.
Unlike last year, Thanksgiving was a small affair at my parents, everyone able to fit around one table for the first time I can remember. I made rolls, my usual assignment and Lincoln devoutly only wanted to eat my cooking (he had at least four and almost nothing else). Adelaide slept through most of the dinner and then settled for a few bites of corn.
After dinner we all packed into the car and drove down to Massachusetts for LOTS of pie and cousin time at my aunt and uncles. Lincoln and Adelaide made friends with my cousins and their kids and it was the sweetest.
The rest of the weekend was pretty low key up at my parents. The highlights were spending time with cousins, counting down ’till when all my siblings are back next month, and getting a solid 9 hours of sleep in my old bedroom while Ben slept in the guest room near the kids (#bestgiftever).
denim: Gap (more cropped denim here)