I keep a mental list of ways to be a good mother-in-law/grandmother when my time comes, and high on that list is being flexible about holidays.
The Composer and I have long enjoyed our own parents' understanding as we've balanced two sets of grandparents (or more!) and a large family of our own.
So, we always go to Grandpa's cabin *after* Thanksgiving for our time with them. November is beautiful there: the river is clear, the grass is golden, and the light is always flawless in that little valley.
The boys always find something dangerous to do--walk on high fallen trees, float out in the cold water on a rotting log. Fun, right?
We crossed the bridge to get on the big hiking trail and up into the beech grove, so beautiful. Rosy leaves still on the trees, and those silver trunks.
Daisy's kind of fierce right now (David's influence)
and also she put ferns in the back pocket of her white velvet pants tied with a polka dot bow.
Music on the porch: guitar, banjo, and (wait for it) . . .
ukele from Grandpa!