They Did Everything Together

Today, I am thinking about many Thanksgivings in the last 10 years squeezed onto the bench in the dining room in Mahwah between Lizzie and Molly because we were the tiniest. I spent the first half of the meal standing up passing plates. Jim and Sam were always nearly the last to the table because they were too busy watching the game so they usually ended up on the end. For some reason, they never passed plates. They just held theirs up and Jim said, "get me somma that, Megan." By the time I served them another dish, they had nearly devoured the first one and so on until my dinner was getting cold and they were on round number 3. What I would give to be squished in serving the boys enough food to feed a small nation. We'd be having an extra cake today, too. Happy almost birthday, Jim and Sam! Love always, Meg