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Wild Child

The wind is barreling through the cove right now like it’s got a bone to pick with the entirety of Hominy Valley, the specific area of Candler in which we live. At the same time, it’s registering right around 68 on the outdoor thermostat. This autumn/winter mash-up is equal parts exhilarating and vexing. I mean, how am I supposed to finalize my Thanksgiving plans when it feels like early spring outside?!

Weather abnormalities aside, I’m pretty pumped about turkey day this year. We’ve decided to borrow a page, as it were, from my book Handmade Gatherings, by turning the meal into a potluck. Today’s count is for 20 adults and 6 kids. Our bungalow is “cozy”, to use the euphemism for small, so it’ll be comfy and close together, to be sure. More conducive to merry-making, right? Right!

In thinking about potlucks and Handmade Gatherings, I remembered a video our friend Ian put together for us. It was a montage of “cutting room floor” bits of Huxley, parts gleaned from all the footage he assembled when filming the book’s trailer. Last year, he and his wife Kristina surprised us with the video, which serves as a visual time capsule of our little guy, from around 20 months to 2 1/2 years old. How fun to see him so wee, frolicking, tottering around, clearly sporting the mullet Glenn insisted he had and I totally denied the existence of. What a beautiful time in all of our lives.

Thank you, Ian! And happy Thanksgiving planning, friends, whether you’re intending to potluck it up with loved ones or pull off the entire feast yourself.

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