We have enjoyed the tradition of Dad making the most tasty and moist turkey every year as far back as I can remember. We can all thank Grandma Stonehocker for her tips on cooking! Whether we had Thanksgiving at our house or somewhere in the Price/Marriott destination we can still claim that Dad made the turkey, except for two years.
My memories of the last 3 Thanksgivings were of Haley sitting in my bedroom and sometime during the day Izaiah, Indie and Libby would climb up on the bed with her and play on the IPad. We have a picture with her sitting in the big green back chair with her feeding tube pole hooked up and the children sitting in her lap. Last year I think she feasted in Heaven and slipped in some family time too.
Most evenings after feasting, the family would gather round the family room and sift through the newspaper and plan shopping excursions if they were brave and crazy enough to shop on Black Friday. Sometimes we would go to watch a movie. I cant ever remember any movies in particular but I enjoy the time we spent talking, planning and going together. I love the laughter and good humor that seems to be present whenever all the children are all together.
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