Sweet Potatoes, Birds & Hookahs

Today my parents met Marcus's parents for the first time.  It was amusing.  Our dads were talking politics, I swear in less than 5 minutes of our arrival.  My mom kept his mom company in the kitchen while last minute preparations were being made.  There was lots of talk about sweet potatoes & purple potatoes.

We had a lovely prayer & a lovely meal together.  Laughter filled the house all day.  My future stepson lay across my legs as I napped during Chicken Little.

My boyfriend did all the things I have been missing lately...  He touched my belly, whispered to our baby, whispered to me that he loved me, and he held me.

And then my future mother-in-law made my dad promise we would take one car to Houston that night. 

Thanks Mom-to-be.

Then we saw Hitchcock worthy birds.

My little sis carried my bags & let me put my legs in her lap, reminding me that there are a few perks to being pregnant.  And my daddy drove the whole way. 

We stopped at a gas station that sold bongs & pipes & hookahs.  My dad didn't know the difference, so he asked the attendant to explain it.  Then the music started bumpin.  Club headshop gas station.

And now I'm in Houston typing in the dark about to go to sleep in a comfy bed.  Looking forward to more days with family, a third Thanksgiving meal, relaxation, & playtime with my favorite nephew. 

And even though my boy isn't close beside me, I am happy to know that he is somewhere loving me, and I am thankful that I have other loved ones here.

Happy Belated Thanksgiving.