For the first time in my life I have shared Thanksgiving Dinner with both of my parents. It was rather strange to say the least. In fact the only occasion I can recall ever spending time with both of my parents (not counting custody battles) was at my wedding.
It was a good Thanksgiving though. My mother seemed out of place at times (I don't think she is accustomed to hanging around non-mormons). A little boring at times. For some reason the usual jovialness seemed to be lacking.
Maybe it's cuz I was too mentally preoccupied to really engage the occasion. Anyhow, I enjoyed the break from life.
Now back to reality.
1 comment:
Dreamer. There were no custody battles.
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