Wishing You Helmets of Thanksgiving Joy (and stuffing)
This is the season for expressing thankfulness. I'm all about expressing. I express hints about certain goodies for my birthday. I express milk. My sister works at Express. I express milk. I refuse to iron so my poor husband's shirts are ex-pressed. I express milk. I'm all about expressing thoughts. But then, you knew that didn't you?
Mostly I can get off track like an Express train down the wrong side of a mountain. Like just now. I meant to talk about thankfulness. Blame the milk bit on the wayfaring train. It carried me away.
I'm thankful for this boy.
Here he is riding a motorcycle.
He is sweet and imaginative.
"Come-on, Harley Mama, Let's go for a ride!"
He knows all the right sounds.
Best of all, he looks like his daddy. A Carharrt and jeans. Doesn't get much better.
[Elvis Voice] Thank you!
Thank you very much!
I want you to know that I am thankful for a lot of other things, including my other two children.
I've just always had a thing for a motorcycle man.
I do mean always.
I hope your Thanksgiving is lovely and lively, overfilling and fulfilling. And if you are as lucky as me, maybe you'll be sharing it with your own little motorcycle man.