"Mantucket"

Two weeks ago, I told Noah we'd be taking three airplanes to an island for Thanksgiving with his cousins. I might as well have told him Santa's coming tonight and giving us a ride in his sleigh. And I don't blame him - it's a tradition we all cherish - a family reunion that's been happening on the MA coast since I was a toddler.

We eat, talk, laugh, throw the football, bake cookies, walk to the beach, collect shells, watch movies, fill in crosswords, buy chocolate-covered cranberries, and throw in the occasional pillow fight (now that there's a room full of bunk beds, how can you not?).

This year, my brother brought his new camera and took some beautiful pictures for us. My first love is always pictures of people (most of which he took), but I was so impressed with how he also used landscapes to capture the atmosphere, I had to include some of those shots...

We were home all weekend, recovering from our excitement and diving into a marathon of excitement: Noah's already asking me every time he goes to bed if Santa's coming while he sleeps. I've tried to explain that is days-and-days-and-days and a very long, long time from now, but it's no use. He had an awesome Thanksgiving. Now Christmas can't come fast enough.