This Saturday, we celebrated Thanksgiving dinner with David's family. I know it seems really early, but there was a good reason behind having it so soon. Friday marked 5 years that David's dad has been gone. He died about two years into our marriage, which was a major blow to the family. David is the youngest of six kids, and comes from an extremely close knit family. There were about 35 people there on Saturday. Many from out of town could not make it, including a nephew in Texas, and a brother in Nebraska. Losing a father at 21 was very hard for David. His father will never know our children or see David graduate from college, among other things. It definitely made our marriage strong, being married so young. In honor of his father, the McCash family had Thanksgiving on Saturday. They planned a "scrapbook" dinner, where every child and spouse, including grand kids, designed their own scrapbook page. Each page was to commemorate a favorite memory of "dad". David and I chose to remember the whitewater rafting trip David took with his dad in the summer of 96 in Colorado on the Arkansas River. Instead of traditional Thanksgiving food, we all decided on Mexican. It was a lot of fun reminiscing and keeping the spirit of his father alive.
David with our nieces, Chyann and Madison.
Pretty flowers outside.
Our nephew's son, Brandon.
My niece, Chyann and I.
Homemade tamales and enchiladas.
Our nieces, Madison and Ashley.
David's beautiful sister, Susan.
From left, Susan's husband Terry, our niece Amber, and David's brother Matt and his family.
Starting scrapbook pages~
Our nieces, Ashely and Madison.
Our nephew, Zack.