Families are forever.

My family

     We had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  Thanks to our great hosts, Brad and Tracey, for all the healthy food and for sharing their home with our entire clan.  Your home is beautiful, as are all of your antiques.  Memories were made, as well as meals.
     I have 5 younger brothers.  All were there but one.  As the saying goes:
"I smile because you are my brothers...I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it."
     We do have a great clan. Three generations were gathered together, including 2 of Dean's and my 3 kids.

     Here's tae us
     There's nae like us
     Some's tried
     Their all dead.
               An old Scottish Toast

Some of Dean's family

     
     We did do a lot of driving over the 4 day weekend....1200 miles in all.
On the way home, you start waxing philosophical, or maybe just getting a little goofier than usual, after hours of seeing nothing but semis and other cars full of traveling families.  It seems like we are nothing but lazy ants being carried from anthill Lincoln to anthill Denver.  We can't even carry our own food for winter...we hire other ants to drive big rigs to do it for us. We all stream on the same ant highways.  I was starting to anticipate a passing giant accidentally stomping on a few of us. 
     Then about 75 miles east of Denver the Rocky Mountains came into view.  The ant imagery faded and was replaced by the beauty of anthill home.  

"And thank you for a house full of people I love,  Amen."
                                           Terri Guillemets