Of course, getting to spend time with our granddaughter again was good incentive to make the 6-hour trip.
We were joined by Carter's other set of grandparents for Thanksgiving together. We love that our sons have married into such great families, as we love their in-laws! We're not sure how we didn't get a group picture, but we did get a picture of both grandmothers with our favorite (and only) granddaughter.
No pictures of the Thanksgiving feast, but we think that the brined turkey was the best we've ever eaten. That evening we walked to downtown Kansas City for the 89th annual lighting festival. The streets were blocked so the entire area became a huge pedestrian mall. The stage was set and the Plaza District was packed for blocks around.
Even with all the crowds and excitement, Luke managed to get little Carter to sleep.
For the rest of us, we waited with anticipation as the Plaza District buildings went from Ho-Hum to . . .
Ho-Ho and Merry Christmas! After the lights came on, we watched as fireworks lit up the sky.
As we made the two-mile walk back to their home, we could see the lights of the Plaza outlining its Christmas finery. We enjoyed our first experience of this long-standing Kansas City tradition, and we certainly had perfect weather for it.
We packed up early the next morning, as we had the 6.5 hour drive to the Oklahoma panhandle for the Engelman Thanksgiving celebration. But besides all the Thanksgiving fun, we had also picked up the Thanksgiving flu. Mark managed to dodge the bullet, but Denisa spent the next day quarantined away from all the food and fun. No pictures of the turkey, but this was Denisa's "Thanksgiving feast."
Instead of just spreading holiday cheer in Kansas City, it looks like we were also spreading holiday germs! Tis the season!