The Best Thanksgiving Ever

Wednesday night, when I made three perfect homemade pie crusts, I just knew that this was going to be a good Thanksgiving.

The fried turkey turned out incredible, as always, thanks to my husband - the master fryer.

I think Poppy kind of loved it.

My son had a blast playing with his cousins on the gorgeous and mild November day we had here.

There was laughter and silliness and fun. And a sister moment I won't ever forget.

The Thanksgiving proclamation was read. Next to the fried turkey, it's my most favorite Thanksgiving tradition.

Some precious and glorious moments moved us to tears.

There was a time for singing and going around the room giving thanks and praise to God. That was perhaps, the best part of all.

There were just a few dishes that needed to be done!

Some faces were absent and Robin wasn't feeling like herself. We had tears and shared in our disappointments together. And even so, it was a beautiful, special, memorable, lovely, rich, sweet, redeeming, God-given day.

It was kind of the best Thanksgiving.....

Ever.