Isn't it about... time?

To be honest, for the most part I enjoy my independence.

I like to make me some to-do lists and smile as I check off things because I feel productive and I know that I did those things. I am not by any means an unhappy or ungrateful person... but there are times when it hits me like a huge sumo: I need my family.

I don't remember the last time that we were all together in the same place, but I couldn't have been a happier camper. Lots of Moffats = lots of food = lots of good times. I love them and they make me happy. End of discussion.

We had Thanksgiving a little early (for which not one of us lifted a finger). I think food tastes better if it comes from someone else's kitchen. Then we played with the cutetown girls of Utah. That I haven't even seen in over 2 months. (I gave Jacie her birthday present- which was in September... I am a horrible aunt.) We got our new Christmas shirts so we can advertise the goodness of the season.

(This is a short video of the dinner- mostly Cameron singing though- beware...
her alphabet is in a different language than perhaps you are used to...)

Then they all came to the show... which every cast member will tell you was the best because of their presence. They were like a rotary club on The Price is Right... all loud and all in bright red... yes, the ones that you can actually hear their sides splitting...probably because of the previous overdosing on turkey and stuffing products...

We stayed up every night playing games, eating, and laughing. It was like every family vacation except now more complete with a few cute girls that will significantly improve the gene pool. When those boys get together... and that witty sister of mine... funtown.

I guess "I could live without them--- I just don't want to."

Good times.