Speaking of non-traditional...
Eating Thanksgiving dinner around an open fire outside was a first for me. A delicious first.
Roasted cornish hens, corn on the cob, potatoes, and collard greens... yum.
Lawn chairs, good conversation, a warm breeze.
And most importantly, family.
Family that Shawn had not seen for more than 3 years and I had only met very briefly when we were dating.
After Thanksgiving dinner, we skipped right to Christmas for a few minutes to give Grandma Newby some gifts in person (instead of having her open them later when we weren't there).
This precious woman was such a delight to be with - and our real reason for driving 12 hours one way over a weekend. She has less than 10% of her vision after a recent surgery, and never complained once. We described the painting I gave her and as she looked close, she could pick out a few details and kept saying how beautiful it was.
It was a Thanksgiving dinner - mostly spent around that smoldering cherry wood fire - that we will not forget.