The following Thursday was Thanksgiving day. We ended up going over to my parents’ home the night before and we decided to stay the night with them to prepare for the meal in the morning. It was so nice when we pulled into the driveway and I could see my dad outside pulling the Christmas decorations out of the storage building on the right side of the house. Each year, after we finish eating Thanksgiving dinner, we get the house ready for Christmas.
I smile as I watch my dad step out of the shed with a huge box of Christmas lights in his hands. Nick pulls into the driveway and puts the car into park right behind Josh’s truck. “I guess they beat us here,” he grins as Sammy rushes out of the front door and straight to the car.
I nod my head with a smile. “You would be right… God I can’t
