We were supposed to be in Casper for Thanksgiving this year.
(Mom and Dad Koop were in CA with Nicole and John).
So, for the first time in I don’t know how long, a holiday with my Mom and Ken, Lindsay and Jordan and the kids, etc.
But the roads were awful and at 6pm the night before, we decided (with Mom’s blessing) to stay home and not risk the black ice (everywhere).
How sad. Ugh. The SUV was packed. Everything ready.
There is no accounting for the weather so you have to just go with it, I guess.
And text a lot with your mom and sister.
So Ry found a fresh turkey that we wouldn’t have to worry about thawing (impossible that short of notice), and I ran to the grocery to buy everything we needed for Thanksgiving dinner.
We stayed home and cooked. Nana and Papa came – bringing her yummy stuffing and pies.
Called my mom at the last minute (like I do each and every year) asking about gravy techniques.
And we gathered. Nana lead us in grace around the table.
We drank wine and ate too much. Laughed a lot. Hung out.
Then, at the last possible minute – I’m talking the last minute … Rylan suggested a family picture.
We had maybe 10 minutes before the sun went down.
I ran outside to gather the kids (playing in the snow) while Rylan drove his Rover into the backyard.
Everyone wearing what they had on or what they could throw on the fastest, and we mobilized, which wasn’t easy for Nana who took a nasty fall a few days prior.
I’ve had a vision in my head of a shoot that involves the kids in the back of the SUV with their noses smooshed to the window.
Bright scarves and hats.
A Christmas tree on top of the Rover.
Didn’t have time to dress the kids or help them into the truck without making a mess before the sun went down.
Not a single picture where we are all looking and smiling. This is the closest we have.
We have yet to get a Christmas card worthy picture but it isn’t for lack of trying.
Thank you Nana and Papa for once again trying your hardest to get all four kids to look your way.
(Now you know why I get paid to do this. haha)
The quest continues for the perfect picture but not the perfect family.
This was our 4th together with the older kids, and our first, of course, with Fuss Pot.
Thankful for every busy, chaotic, happy, loud, crazy moment.
This is what it’s all about.
Hope you and yours had all you needed to feel the exact same way.