The Great Thanksgiving Parade

Now it was known by one and all in the family that Sean Smith aged 2 ½ years loved to march.

Mostly he marched with Gram. They marched through the den and kitchen, around the breakfast table and back again.

Hup two, three, four.

Hup two, three, four.

Sometimes they carried their small American flags – sometimes they blew on the toy horns and sometimes they carried the blue & white pom poms Gram had gotten at a Dallas Cowboy football game.

“Come on Gram, us march” Sean would say. “Here’s yours flag – here’s Sean’s flag. Come on Gram, us march.”

So came Thanksgiving Day at Bo & Gram’s house. Maw Maw was there. Aunt Be was there. Me Maw was there. Mommy, Daddy, Bo and Gram were there too. After a big turkey dinner, Sean said “Us march! Here flag for you, Maw Maw,” he said handing her one of his small American flags. “Here flag for you Me Maw.”