Happy Thanksgiving

What a year, day, week, time? As was with the majority of the population - Thanksgiving didn't go as we might have thought - I dare say, "planned." Our planned gathering started with 12 and ended with 5. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice. It was low key and I had zero amounts of stress. Typically, it's 9am and I've already freaked out on someone. It felt good not to be that way this year.

Prepping for the funeral that was the Iron Bowl.

That Ferg.

Hiking at Radnor with Grandma and Daddy.

I love watching her sleep.