Thanksgiving in Rockport
It truly was a time to give thanks. For the second time in one year, my little brother came to our house to visit! He is not, shall we say, an avid traveler. If it requires packing a bag, he's out. My dad and mom simply picked the boys up from school and came down to Rockport in the motor home. We told Jason what time we were eating, and he showed up in plenty of time to eat and watch some football. It was good to have everyone together and to have nice weather; the kids played outside, we had doors and windows open, and my mom didn't have to do a lot of cooking! Of course, I had to get the kids together for some photos. This time I had a squirt bottle and anyone not smiling or looking at the camera got a face-full of water. Much laughter ensued and another year of kids' photos in the books for Grandmother and Grandfather.