Everyone calls it Turkey-Day, but really I think Thanksgiving should be called Pie-Day. My sister makes the best home-made apple pie (with this really cool peeler, corer, slicer thingy) and I love holidays at her house.

One of the things that was really fun about visiting my sister was hanging with her kids. The youngest (and the only girl) is at that perfect age where she walks around entertaining herself and smiles all the time and flirts and you just want to grab her and hold her. I think the funniest moment was when we were all at the table for the big Thanksgiving meal and my oldest nephew (6 years old) came up and whispered to my sister and I just barely overheard:

“Mom, can you get the Warrior away?”
It took us a minute to realize who he meant by the warrior. Here she is (this was taken the day before and not in her cute T-giving attire):

So now, in my mind, she will always be known as the Warrior. She will one day be sixteen and I will still call her the Warrior and she’ll have no idea why. Remember my post on finding the perfect endearments? This is how they come to be — some random event that sticks a name in your mind for forever. It really was a fanstastic Thanksgiving with eating, reading, playing games, hanging out, sleeping, movies. I couldn’t have asked for a better time! And I’m so thankful for so much in my life that I don’t even know where to begin. I’d list them here but I’d be afraid of forgetting someone so just know that if you’re reading this, I’m thankful for you :)Thank you!P.S. I just saw that Sharon (of Sharon Loves Books and Cats — which is an awesome blog title) is giving away an ARC of The Forest of Hands and Teeth (link to contest). I really wish I had a few extras to give away here, but this is the next best thing! So if you’re looking for an early read, head over to her site! Thanks Sharon!