We’re at it again
My dear grandson, James
We’ll cook and enjoy
Our Eggs Benedict
I’ll catch up on your news
And share some of mine
We’ll bask in the warmth
Of this special time
We’ll look forward to Mexico
Our Thanksgiving fling
A last family hurrah
We’ll remember it well
As we travel ahead
To your next birthday
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happy birthday ❤ grandson ❤
Many thanks from my grandson and me. 🙂
Happy birthday indeed!
Thanks, Lynn.
Just as we think we cannot love anyone more or as much as our children – grandchildren appear 🙂 I’ve four – and love them more than life.
Happy for you, Ina,
Eric
Yes, loving our grandchildren is amazing. Blessings on your four, Eric. I have six, four living only blocks away and two in Minneapolis.
Happy belated birthday, James!
Thank you, Resa.
Lots of happiness and warmth here
Yes. Family is wonderful.
Seems like the memories we make away from “home” are somehow different and more special than the standard everyday locale. A vacation home like the one where your family has gathered for Thanksgiving is now on my bucket list of destinations to search out. I think I can find one before I even acquire any grandkids!