A week to be thankful for

Thanksgiving is always fun because we get to see friends we haven't seen in a while, like Texas Jane.



 And we spend a lot of time with family.

 And lots of time shopping.
 This is Cayden with her 5th cousin, Ella, at Thanksgiving at my parents' farm.

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