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As a kid, only child, we moved a lot, but Thanksgiving always meant driving home to family-- grandparents, aunts and uncles, and best of all, cousins! The Appalachians, southeastern Kentucky and southwestern Virginia! As an adult, Thanksgiving became an opportunity to invite friends that had no family gathering, to share whatever food we each wanted to eat. Since the blessing of adopting an older daughter, the best blessings have arrived. We now have a fabulous, messy gathering of our daughter and son-in-law, three grandsons, and our daughter’s brother and husband from Mexico. Everyone cooks. It’s an amazing mess of good food, good times, laughs, and just nonstop talking. Our foods and traditions are blended into a weekend fiesta. My only sadness is wishing I could have found and adopted Shakira and Fernando as small children, to save them from some really bad years. But we are grateful that we found each other and have the rest to look forward to.

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