Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

Only three days until Thanksgiving, my very favorite holiday. And who's coming to dinner? Twenty-nine of my favorite people.

As I pushed the cart around the grocery store this morning it felt as if the Boys were already home. I shared the aisles with retirees and stay-at-home moms, as I did when I, too, was a stay-at-home mom. I piled the frozen peas on top and tried to contain the overflow, as I did when I had four teenagers.

One elderly gent looked from the three cans and quart of milk in his cart to my nearly-unpushable load.  "Wow," he said in wonder. "Looks like you're going to have fun at your house."

Yup. We sure are.