Today is our Thanksgiving Day, and soon the uncles will arrive! Dylan Thomas writes in A Child's Christmas in Whales of the uncles sleeping with their moist hands in the parlor after Christmas dinner, and that is what this day means to me!
My sister-in-law and I will do a puzzle this afternoon while the uncles rest with a glass of ice-cold Bailey's on the end table and the children pestering them for games, for stories, for a family movie (which will inevitably be Back to the Future II).
A comfortable sigh.
And with a little luck... we'll find them snoring for just a bit in the living room, and my heart will swell.