Yesterday Alex treated us all with the story of the first thanksgiving in front of the whole bracken family. It was quite possibly the proudest moment of my life. He stood on a chair in front of 30 people and told us all about the bossy king of England who wouldn't let the pilgrams pray their own prayers or pay money to their own church, and so they moved to Holland where their children suddenly turned into Dutchman, and they didn't like that, so they moved to America and met the indians who taught them how to grow corn and squash and that's where they ate Thanksgiving together.
I know. Impressive, right?
(not the run-on sentance...my gifted child.)
It was a great day, although I missed my family. They were going to go to a cousin's house for Thanksgiving this year and then they got deathly ill and ended up staying home. We had pie with them last night, but it wasn't quite the same. Hopefully everyone will come for Christmas.
Hope everyone had a fun, relaxing turkey day.
Beka out.
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