Just about every Thanksgiving holiday since my son came along, my parents will drive from Illinois to New York to stay with us for the week. Aside from a daily walk that I take with my dad and some dinners out here and there, we tend to keep plans minimal. However, one plan we have made so frequently that it has now become a Thanksgiving tradition, is to stop at the local pottery place to paint ornaments for each other. It surprises me every year how enjoyable and calm it is to paint with my parents, and the pay off of memory and gift is huge.
Painted ornaments by my parents, my son and me. Thanksgiving 2017
My parents painting away. Thanksgiving, 2017.