This year we celebrated our 8th Thanksgiving with some of our very best friends in the world. Lisa and I met at a Thanksgiving potluck, way back in 2000. I’m guessing that the feasting on gobs of food year after year has helped to cement what has become a fantastic friendship. Chenoa and I met at a party that same year. Actually, it was her party, hosted at someone else’s house. She was selling me some jewelry. God has blessed us with a unique relationship that became clear when we began doing Bible studies together. Things that all of us definitely have in common: we love to shop, we love to eat and we love to talk about Jesus.
The guys. They have been friends since 2000 as well, when they worked together. Don’t let their somber appearance fool you, these guys are a couple of wild ones. Really.
Lisa and I had battling cameras going for the majority of our time together. Most of the pictures we got were outtakes… super silly (and incredibly unflattering) and, needless to say, won’t get posted here.
Lisa and her beautiful Grace.
Me and my man. Love the crooked glasses. Yes, he knows they’re crooked. And clearly he does not care. Good thing I think he’s so stinkin’ cute.
The girls. Gracie wasn’t too keen on being a part of the crew this year. This team was a bit too wild for her blood. Or a bit too boring. She’s not telling.
The oldest and the youngest of the 13 kiddos who were
wreaking havoc present. Both enjoying some pumpkin pie and whipped cream for dessert. Some things are so good they cross all boundaries.
As if it couldn’t get any better, we stopped in a local hamburger joint for a quick bite to eat. And, in capturing the ‘moment’, embarrassed ourselves by posing for a complete stranger in front of a Santa hat- sportin’ Marilyn Monroe statue.
The end of the perfect day with my favorite group of ladies. Truly, God has knitted our hearts together. This Thanksgiving I am mindful of how blessed I am to call you both my friends. Next year we’ll have to plan on more time together. Three days was not enough.