When the Universe Gives You a Pony...

"George Washington's pants really dominate the scene," said Vivian. "I'm thinking of making some especially for Chris to wear."

That was my first clue that things were getting serious with our art-reenactment plans for Thanksgiving. My next clue was when the sign-up sheet for props included a pony. "I'll bring scarves," I said.

Fast forward 6 weeks to when we all arrive at Mom's for Thanksgiving and find a white bouncy horse toy just hanging around the backyard. Magic.

The white horse is one of my favorite parts of this picture, but there are so many. Resolute Claire channeling the brown horse is one. Chris, with his sports socks, determined stance, and closed eyes is another. Sarah's puffed cheeks, Gordon and Rachel's bookended action poses, and the plastic sheet iceburgs are some others. Mom's grizzled rifleman cracks me up every time. I love the fact that Vivian looks more than a little bit like Bono along for the ride. The grass on the driveway makes me happy too. Of course it's Rachel's seamless editing that makes it a work of art.
This year, I would like to thank the universe for a white plastic bouncy horse, and for my spectacular family. I'd cross the Delaware with you guys anytime.