Yesterday, after I finished my dinner, eaten around a table full of dear friends, I wandered into the room where the kid tables were set up for Thanksgiving and found Ella, perched on a chair, devouring some other child's leftovers.
When dinner was over for everyone, we went upstairs and played some games (Bart and I won a couple of gift cards, a coloring book with crayons for Ella, and a triple pack of gum) and then had a talent show. Bart played the guitar and sang a funny little song he'd written from the point of view of a turkey and I read aloud Duck! Rabbit!.
We came home and put a very tired child to bed and, after an hour or so of visiting with our downstairs neighbors, finally watched the first episode of Downton Abbey (I am grateful for a husband who doesn't just tolerate but actually enjoys BBC and Masterpiece Classic shows).
My life is quiet, but, oh, it is happy.