|Mike and Pam|
Now, that's a couple of crazy girls!!
|I'm thankful for this guy.|
|OOooo! The dessert!|
Right before Thanksgiving we made a last minute decision to go to Maine the day after Thanksgiving. Last minute meaning 72 hours prior. A whole lot of ready-or-not-here-we-come!!! It's how we roll. The main reason we headed to Maine is for Julia to hunt. You see, in the whole big Brooks family hunting is as important as Thanksgiving itself. Maybe even more so. I'm a hunting widow for the entire month of November. I'm not alone. All my friends are too. Instead of whining and complaining that when our hubbies are not at work they are in the woods, we take full advantage of catching up with each other with out expectations of dinners at home. In full disclosure, I do a bit of both. Anyway...when a kid is 10 they can hunt with an adult with a loaded weapon and shoot a deer. Yup. Shoot. Dead. Eat. Yuck. Let me tell ya a story about my Julia. She loves, and has loved ever since she could, pink and sequins. The sparkly-er the better. One day she was all dressed in her dress up Cinderella wedding dress. I'm talking shoes, gloves and veil. Mark and his brother come into the house talking about giving the youngest nephew his gun. That's the Brooks boy rite of passage. They turn 10, they get a gun from their uncles and grandfather. So, Cinderella Julia says, "Daddy, when I'm 10, you're gonna get me a gun and I'm gonna shoot a dee-ah (cuz that's how you say deer in Maine) with those boys!!!" She has never waivered from either of those ideas...the sparkly or the hunting. She turned 10 and here she is with the Brooks Boys and her gun. This is at the lake in St. Albans right before we moved to Carlisle in July 2012.
|Look at that smile!!|
|Kevin, Mark, Richard, Foster & Randy with the 10 year old!!|
|What a crew!!!|