I am sharing one of my favorite Mothers day activities! A tangible piece of time. Raising kids is heartbreakingly beautiful. Most times I sit around a crowded dinner table with a screaming toddler, whiny baby, and bickering boys and it makes me sad. Not because its loud and obnoxious, but because one day not to far from now my dinners will be far less loud. Activities like these will always let me go back in time, and have a little piece of these days no matter how far we grow. Plus they are far easier to store than dixie cup, construction paper bouquets.
Thanksgiving in the Basement: A Portuguese-American Horror Story
Growing up Thanksgiving meant we were going to my Mothers, Mothers house. I was a first generation American so we called my Grandma Vavó, which
