For the first time in adult memory I did not cook and serve a turkey for my crew at home. Instead we drove up into the north Georgia mountains to meet my future daughter-in-law's family for the first time.
It was almost balmy out so we ate outside on the deck and later gathered around a campfire out front.
The food was terrific, the company and setting even better. It felt great to be welcomed into this happy tribe.
The extent of my duties for the day? Open a bottle of wine!