My mom always used to say, "Well, it was another Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving this year!"
This was said sarcastically of course. She was poking fun at how we would eat too much, drink too much, and be way too merry.
With family members passed out on different couches throughout the house, a third serving of that famous stuffing plated bedside, it wasn't a picture-perfect scene, but it was the best of times. All the family was together.
We have many stories from year to year, but isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about? I give thanks for the memories that have been and the memories of those to come.
Now eat your Turkey!