The work of their hands!

It has been three years since we have been to my parents for Thanksgiving. My mother always does such a lovely job of decorating the table (this year it was very simple and elegant) and making everyone feel so welcomed, especially us. She spoils us with the many luxuries that her gorgeous home provides and refuses that I do any work. Oh, I love her. My father always slaves in the kitchen and his food is practically perfect, though he would say it IS prefect.

So elegant!

We were all up to midnight the night before and were SO tired. Look at poor Christopher. He went to bed a 5pm that night.

Bob Kweller and my dad's yearly tradition....carvin' it up!

Hey, they forgot to roast the turkey. :)