In case you couldn't tell, I'm big on tradition. One of my favorite weekends, filled with tradition, is the weekend before Thanksgiving. Jason heads up north for the "big hunt," and the boys and I spend the weekend hanging out. We bust out the Christmas music (okay, I admit it, our Casting Crowns Peace on Earth CD has already been out for weeks), we make some hot cider or cocoa and usually a few other goodies, we decorate the house for Christmas, we work on our Christmas ornaments, and somewhere in the weekend we watch a Christmas movie or two. The weekend also typically entails a lunch date with mom (always the boys' choice which typically means we end up at Subway which was the case this weekend).
And, the grand finale of the weekend, welcoming Jason home to the holiday sites, smells and sounds of our home.
Belle and some goats
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