The journal of a lady in love with 3 blue eyed men.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
This is us on Thanksgiving. This is the closest we came to all four of us looking in the same general direction. No, my neck is not on fire. It's a weird glare from the beads. Erik is holding Parker, the younger version of himself. I am holding Kent, which weighed the same as the 22 lb turkey we ate that day.