I have been known to be such an sentimentalist.
Saving everything that has such meaning and memories for me.
Many boxes of them . . . just ask the hubby!
I remember the first turkey that my son made.
It is in a box somewhere.
When my granddaughter was in pre-school,
she made her very first pinecone turkey and she gave it to me.
Now, who would cry over a pinecone turkey?
But the thought that she wanted me to have this, made my heart happy!
I wish you and your families a most blessed Thanksgiving.
A day of counting our blessings and making memories
that we keep in our hearts or tucked away on a shelf that makes our hearts happy!