It is with a full heart and a full belly that I look out on this sea and see all of my blessings reflected back at me.
Our Thanksgiving day was much the same yet completely different. There were no groceries to buy, no tables to set. But there was family, beauty and celebration of the countless blessings that surround us.
For Thanksgiving, the Go Moran clan fled gray skies, winter coats and to-do lists for sunshine, swim suits and noon-time rum punches. With children and grandchildren all gathered, Papa and Nana couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate family than to pit cousin against cousin, brother against sister, husband against wife in some “friendly” Family Olympics.