Your second Thanksgiving - and we were able to celebrate with Grandma and Grandpa. It was a good time- and your little life has made this holiday mean a lot more than ever.
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| Grandma and Grandpa Simpson came down for Thanksgiving |
When I was a young boy we lived in Alaska- away from family, but an area where there were a lot of friends and having people over was a great thing. Occasionally we would be in Oregon, and there lots of friends and family would be over. So many years have past, and so many of those nice folks have passed on.
There were many years where I spent Thanksgiving far away from family, when I was in the mid-west. Locals would invite me over, but I didn't want a sympathy Thanksgiving. Occasionally my friends who were in similar circumstances at The University, would get together for a non-traditional time and enjoy some company.
For you, it is nice to grow up with memories, with family, and with a lot of friends. And you are lucky- there are so many people out there who love you and care for you. But we have been a bit selfish- and now it is time to have a lot more people over for these times.
This grim reality hit me- all of those nice folks who loved me as a little boy are gone, and now you are the little boy. Time goes by fast, and you are a loved little man by so many. And if there happen to be those who want to stay by themselves as I once did-- time for them to realize -- life is short, and there is this special little boy who has a whole lot of love to give. There is another part of that grim reality - I won't be with you for every Thanksgiving - so the more great memories and aunties and uncles and grandparents you have, the sweeter life will be. So my goal is to always see Thanksgiving through your eyes.
Just like my parents, who are in their 80's did for you by coming down here for this one- your mom and I will come see you for every holiday we can.
Love,
Dad
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| Where else can you play outside in November |
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| Your best buddy, Luck |
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| You like your dad's Turkey |
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| Felt your first raindrop |
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| Loving to read |
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| Your Grandma- checking out how your dad is making eggs |
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