thanksgiving

We're driving out to Utah on Saturday to be with my family and two of Justin's siblings for Thanksgiving. We're excited, Juma and I were practically leaping on the walk home from his school today. I haven't had Thanksgiving with my family since we moved out to Connecticut, so five years ago. Back then, there were only five Wilson grandkids, and now there are twelve!

Thanksgivings in Connecticut were generally quite small, and often lonely. The first year, we joined our friends the Valenzuelas, a family who only became closer over the next couple years. But they moved to Indiana for more grad school. The second year, my sister Jody and and her son Ammon joined us from Massachusetts, and we cooked a chicken rather than a turkey. And then Jody moved away, too. The third I can't remember if we joined the Valenzuelas again or if we had it alone, just the three of us. Last year, we joined the Wests, Frost/Lundeens, and most of the Woodworths (the wife was getting an appendectomy), people who had become more family than friends in our four years in New Haven.