
There's something about that gentleman in the doorway that reminds me of my Grandpa Norman. Thanksgiving was his favorite holiday, and he could always be found lurking within noseshot of the kitchen while the meal was being prepared. He was a thin man, but he could easily put away enough turkey and stuffing to make a teenage boy blush. No mustache, like the man above, but he always wore a suit. Even while mowing the lawn in the middle of the summer.
(If you'd like to know more about the illustrator above, hop on over to Ward Jenkin's blog. Lots of great stuff over there.)
May your home be loaded with joy and an overflowing bounty of warm memories this Thanksgiving weekend.
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