One Little Indian Boy

I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving as much as I enjoyed mine. We went to my aunt’s house Friday night and I was met at the door by a red-headed Indian.

This little Indian boy is my cousin’s son, Brock. Remember what it felt like to be seated at the children’s table and wishing you were old enough to sit with the adults? Brock got to eat with his older cousins and loved being with the “big boys.”

For those of us who have been seated at the adult table for many, many years, do you ever find yourself looking at the children’s table and wondering where the years went?