Thanksgiving passed in a blur of turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberries, fresh baked rolls, French-cut green beans, rump roast, and some exotic vegetable I’d never heard of but was popular in California. Chard?
Oh, and family, noise, chaotic kids, and so much love that it hurt my heart. James did draw the short straw. I took pity and joined him downstairs with the pile of children, whose names I could barely keep up with.
didMel was the easiest to remember. She was clearly the one in charge.
Felicia’s three boys kind of melded together as they were only four years apart, had the same haircut, and were all dressed in the same sweater.
James chuckled when I got another name wrong and offended yet another child.
I needed a cheat sheet.
In the end, despite my fatigue, I convinced James to
