That was the best, the best Thanksgiving weekend ever.
My lovely-and-wicked-smart (and they are) sisters-in-law put their heads together and came up with a fantastic way to celebrate the holiday. Bored with the usual, they hatched a plan to get us all away from home - a way to have us all relaaaaaaaax this year.
Barely an hour from home, the spot we ended up in was amazing. AMAZING.
THIS is the view from the kitchen of our cottage.
And this is what you saw out the front door.
And if being tucked into a gorgeous cabin in the woods with water and myriad shades of fall leaves around didn't clear away all the cobwebs and stress, right down the road was...
And now I have pictures of my children frolicking in the Atlantic ocean in mid-October.
Frolicking. Swimming. Running up and down the hard-packed sand and screeching with joy like young gulls and finding treasures and swooping from the water to the sand to where the adults sat with their faces tipped to the sun and back to the water again.
This beat turkey coma all hollow.
Magical, amazing, incredible.
My pictures don't do justice to the beauty of the place and don't show the depth of the absolute peace there. I'm homesick, and I can't wait to go back.