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Wonderful

Some of my favorite moments from our Thanksgiving trip:

1. Seeing Mallory snuggled up in bed with her cousin Noah.
2. My nephew Rhett's comment, when going to bed Wednesday night, that "I'm just trying to get through another night 'til Thanksgiving."
3. Phoebe shouting "Bounce! Bounce!" at the trampoline.
4. Mallory taking my dad's hand when she crossed the street.
5. My nephew Cameron coming to me for a hug when he hurt his finger.
6. Phoebe playing the "push-you-down" game with Aimee on the trampoline.
7. The enthusiasm with which Rhett and Nicolas greeted one another -- they're going to be best friends for life.
8. The look on the kids' faces when the fireworks started at the Christmas tree lighting.
9. Phoebe chasing after Grandmom yelling "Mom-mom-mom-mom!"
10. Mallory and Noah pretending to go on a "date" while Rhett and Nicolas dared them to kiss one another.
11. This conversation between Rhett & Nicolas. N: Texas is bigger than Oklahoma. R: Don't say that, I don't like it when you say things like that. N: Well, it's okay, because Oklahoma is bigger than Maine.
12. Mallory, Phoebe and Isabel sharing a bubble bath.
13. All the kids chanting "Phoe-be! Phoe-be! Phoe-be!" while they bounced around her on the trampoline.
14. Late night conversations with my sisters and brother.
15. Phoebe and Isabel running to me for kisses through the trampoline net. (Can you tell we spent a lot of time on the trampoline?)
16. Mallory saying "grace".

And that's just for starters. We had a wonderful time. I'm sad it's over. I can't wait to see everyone again. Posted by Picasa

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aimee said…
I loved it all too! And I am crying now because I want to do it again! Now!
2:09 PM
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