It’s me, Mochy. I’ve been thinking about Thanksgiving which, for me, means family.
Hmmm…now what does family mean?
It could be literal. For instance, I am a Mom. I know it’s hard to believe, but I have proof.
Here I am with my daughter, Bianca. Don’t we look alike. (She’s the one on the right.)
Bianca has babies too. I’m a grandmother! Eeek. I’m not even four years old. OK.
I have lots of family in Michigan, where I came from. And I have a new (furry) family here in New York.
Ray and Coco and Mouse. And my new Mom!
Friends are family too.
I have family who need our prayers, like cute little Vito and his family Grover and Piggy.
And family like Lola, who left us too soon.
I’m a happy girl. Healthy and cherished. And for that I’m very grateful.
Peace and love to all of you on this day of thanksgiving.