macheese1I had another one of my (non-pregnant) hormonal outbursts this morning. While looking at the shoes in my closet, I just starting bawling. Because why? I love my family. What my family has to do with my shoes, I don’t know. But that’s where it happened.

I know a lot of people dread holiday family gatherings, and I feel for them. But me? I adore my husband, my family of origin, even my family of in-laws. I am blessed.

I am excited to see my relatives this weekend — four generations of us will gather in a church parish hall to eat turkey, stuffing, dressing, green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, cake and pumpkin pie.  Mmmm, good.

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