Biscuits are my favorite food, and my self-imposed rule every year at our Thanksgiving table is that everyone has to ask me permission before eating one. People usually obnoxiously eat theirs to make sure I know they're breaking the rules, and this year was no different (not sorry, Olivia). In the strangest of ways, it was nice to know my family was thinking of me, because I surely was thinking of them.
There's a hole in my heart where Thanksgiving belongs so PLEASE fill me in on your holiday! This year, I'm thankful for FaceTime and France.
Always your loving,