The few I did take tell our Thanksgiving story, though. Kids making placecards and other art with their four and seven year old hands.
Creating truly wonderful
ten-dollar gluten-free stuffing by painstakingly buttering both sides of the bread.
And my favorite, a note written to me by Alla on Tuesday when the cooking began, and which gladdened my heart through the next days of mixing and measuring and basting. We are so full here.