Yesterday was Thanksgiving. We went to Ray and Flo's house for dinner. I had to go and pick up the sisters and bring them down. Logistics worked out fine. In attendance were Shirl and I, Ray and Flo, Theresa and Donna, Eric, Sandy, and Samantha, and Chester. Shelley was at her outlaws.
The dinner was really good. Flo said that Shelley had cooked most of the meal herself before she left. After dinner, we all gathered in the dining room and Shirl told Samantha that she would be going to Disney World in a couple of weeks.
Samantha just about hit the ceiling. I have never seen a look of happiness like that. It's hard to believe she will soon be eight years old. I hope that unbridled joy always stays with her.
In thinking about her age, I realized that everyone in that room was, if you'll pardon the expression, OLD. We are, with the exception of Chester, in relatively good health, less various orthopedic problems. But most of us are OLD. It kind of sneaks up on you. Last Thanksgiving, same everything, but the OLD was missing. For now, Samantha is our talisman against age, but that will change as the magic of childhood leaves with the passage of time
